Wrath of the Damned (Deadly Divine, #2)

by Ella Fields

I closed the small distance and stole her chin. I tilted it until her wet eyes swam with mine. Amusement etched my voice. “I trust you, though I likely shouldn’t yet. I trust you because I want to.” My thumb skimmed her lush lower lip. “Because never have I craved anything in all the ways I crave you.”

The undeniable proof that one could be monstrously ruthless and cunning, but that did not mean they were without heart. It meant they’d once had too much.

“That I’m so wretchedly in love with you, it’s both saved and damned me.”