Page 135 of Twisted Proposal

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The word pounded through my veins in a rhythmic drumbeat.

I'd spilled rivers of blood without remorse, destroyed men who crossed me without hesitation.

But this woman—this fucking delicate creature with forest-green eyes—had just become the most dangerous thing in my world.

Because I didn't just want to fuck her. I wanted to own her. Completely. Irrevocably.

And God help anyone who tried to stand between me and what I wanted.

To be continued…