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A fucking kiss when I wanted so much more. But kissing Serafina had been like the first hit off a crack pipe. It got you addicted from the very first taste. I wanted to kiss her again, wanted to steal every piece of her innocence.
“I’m fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Remo said darkly. Stifling the excited thrill Remo’s words sent through me, I retorted, “You believe in God?” “No. I don’t. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.”
A man of unparalleled cruelty. My captor. My enemy.
“Run, Angel. Run from what you’ve done,”
I wanted nothing less than every last part of her. Her innocence, her heart, her soul, her body. Her purity and her darkness. I would take everything.
Brutal attractiveness, forbidden pleasure, promised pain. I should have been disgusted by him, but I wasn’t. Not by his body and not always by his nature.
“You are mine now, Angel. I own you. Even if I ever let you go, I’ll still own you. You will always remember this day and deep down you will always know that you are mine and mine alone.”
Serafina was everything. Cunning and strong. Loyal and fierce. She could have been Capo if women were allowed that place in our world.
“Oh, Angel, forgetting you will be impossible.”
Kneeling before me, challenge and triumph in her blue eyes, Serafina owned me. Body … and whatever black soul was left.
“You are mine, Angel. Body and soul,” he rasped. And God help me, he spoke the truth.
