When She Unravels (The Fallen, #1)

by Gabrielle Sands

But he’s looking at me as if I exist solely for his consumption. As if I’d been bought and paid for by him, and today’s the day he takes possession.

He’s staring down at me, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “It means you drive me fucking crazy.” “By doing what?” “By merely existing.” “I don’t understand you.” “Maybe you’ll understand this.” He presses me against the wall and crashes his lips to mine.