Page 1 of Control (Dark Syndicate #1)

Daniela

I don’t know how I got to this point. I don’t know why I keep coming back.

It’s not like I have much of a choice, though, do I?

I can’t pretend I don’t feel it. The pull. The heat. The desire.

The way he touches me…like he owns every part of me, like he’s taking something but also giving something, something I can’t name.

When he looks at me, there’s a coldness to it, a depth like he sees everything I try to hide.

Running doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t stop the hunger. That primal, animalistic hunger to be taken. Owned. Possessed.

I hear his voice in my ear, and it makes my skin crawl in all the wrong ways. And yet, I crave it. The sting. The fix. The way he fucks with my mind and body until I’m not sure where I end and he begins.

It’s funny how easily we can become addicted to chaos.

I knew that from the start. I still know it. But somehow, it doesn’t matter.

Because when it comes down to it, we will do anything to satiate the hunger with something that makes us feel alive for a second, even if it’s just an illusion.