Dance of Madness (Darkest Dance #3)

by Jagger Cole

Whenever I am in the same room as him, however, there’s a strange sensation that always pools inside me. I guess that’s to be expected when you’re around the person you lost your virginity to. Or, probably the person you lost your virginity to, and they don’t know it.

“Consider ‘you can fuck off now’ the polite version. Mine will be considerably less cordial. Walk the fuck away, cunt.”

Because the man pinning me to the glass…with my hair wrapped in his fist and a savage, feral glint in his haunting green eyes…the man who chased me through Greymoor the other night…

Is Nero De Luca.

All I’m thinking about is her, and how she’s mine. No one else’s. No one.

“You should lock your windows,” I murmur. “Or don’t. I like the invitation.”

“This house is mine, princess. Every hallway. Every room. Every fucking shadow…including, by the way, the one you’re trying to hide in right now.”