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PROLOGUE

“There is no calamity greater than lavish desires. There is no greater guilt than discontentment. And there is no greater disaster than greed.”

—Lao Tzu

Selena

“You are such a bad girl teasing other men in front of me. You know exactly what that does to me. And what I plan on doing to you. You are mine and I will never allow anyone else to touch you. I thought I made myself clear. If they do, they will die.”

His words had a tremendous effect on me, and even as I tried to run away from him, I was laughing like a little girl. Within seconds, he caught me. He wrapped his fingers around the thin elastic of my thong, the only piece of clothing he’d yet to rip from my body and snapped his wrist.

When the powerful arm wrapped around me, lifting me into the air, I smashed my hands against him, marveling at how solid his chest was. And how incredible his muscles felt under my fingers. As he fisted my hair, I played our game, doing everything I could to get out of his clutches.

He always won, the man far too muscular and strong for the likes of me. He adored hunting me, our games of hide and seek highly evocative.

I did my best to wrench away from him even as he smacked my naked bottom several times with his hand. Only when I stopped squirming did he lower his head, his breathing as labored as mine.

He issued a dark, predatory growl before sinking his teeth into my lower lip. He knew how I craved pain, the man awakening the kinky and very dark side of me. When he drove his tongue inside my mouth, I was instantly lightheaded.

All thoughts of driving him aside were gone, the need to have his thick cock buried deep inside all that I could concentrate on. As he crushed his mouth over mine, his hold firm, every ounce of oxygen was sucked out of me as only the ruthless man could do.

He refused to take no for an answer, taking me whenever he wanted. As he tugged on my head, his fingers digging into my scalp, the hint of pain was exactly what I needed, something he’d known instinctively from day one.

I was shocked how passionate he was tonight, capturing me the moment I’d walked in through the door.

But I’d managed to get away, running through the house as he bellowed behind me.

Every inch of my skin was alive and on fire as his passion and intense desire sent wave after wave of friction and sensitivity dancing across it.

No man had ever electrified me so much, breathing life into my lungs when they’d been depleted for so long.

When he finally broke the kiss, biting down on the same swollen lip as before, I tasted a single, precious drop of blood. It was his signature, as if the man was a vampire. He hadn’t just stolen blood from me. He’d stolen my heart and soul as well, claiming them as his own as he had my body so long ago.

Everything about our relationship was possessive, including obeying him without question. If not, he always provided me with a harsh reminder that he was my master, the man who owned me.

Within seconds, I was tossed onto the center of the bed, my lover not wasting any time shackling my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. I was so vulnerable, so open for him that all I could do was gasp for air.

“Look up at the mirrors, my sinful, filthy little creature and tell me what you see.”

For so long I’d hated myself, every inch, every curve. Even the way my mouth and nose were shaped. But with him, I felt entirely different. “An ugly duckling.”

“Mmm…” he growled, cracking the flogger on one inner thigh then the other. “Think again. Tell me the truth.”

The pain was biting but still tingling every inch of me. “No.” I struggled with my bindings, fighting the nerves that always seemed to reach the surface.

He smacked my inner thighs four more times with the leather strap, the anguish biting and I issued a shrill yelp. But I was addicted to the pain as well as to the man. He was my ultimate drug, the only man who’d brought me out of my self-imposed hatred.

“I… can’t.”

This time, he smashed his hands down on either side of me. “Tell me or I won’t fuck you like the good little girl you want to be. Now, look. Take a long look at yourself, my beautiful and perfect creature. What. Do. You. See?”

He crawled between my legs, the evil glint in his eyes taunting me.

Panting, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, forcing myself to take a better look, to bask in the same beauty he saw. It was there. I could see it. I could feel how lovely he thought I was. “I’m special, beautiful. And the only woman you hunger for.”

“Very good, my precious creature. Now, you will be rewarded.”

As soon as he drove the entire length of his cock deep inside my throbbing pussy, a wave of peace came over me.

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