Prologue
The Devil’s Claim
Gianni yanked me closerhis fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me against his hard, muscular body.
The blood from his hands smeared my skin, marking me further.
Claiming me as his.
Telling my body that he had killed for me.
For us.
And he would do it again and again.
And again.
My breath hitched as his mouth descended on my neck, and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin there.
Oh God.
I gasped, but the sound was swallowed by the low, animalistic growl that rumbled from his chest.
“You’re mine. Do you know that?” He hissed against my skin.
“Y-yes.” I shivered with desire.
“You belong to me now. Every of you, every cell, every strand of hair, every drop of blood, every breath you take—mine. All fucking mine.”
“Y-yes.”
The possessiveness in his voice.
It was so wrong, yet so right.
The dark thrill of it.
The intense heat in every syllable.
Good God, it made my legs weak.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against my ear. “Say you’re mine.”
Without any hesitation, I whispered, “I’m yours, Gianni.”
Another low, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest, and he nipped at my neck, drowning me in ecstasy.
The coppery scent of blood rose in the air, mixing with his intoxicating aroma.
He had me on the bed so fast.
I couldn’t even tell you how long it had taken.
Five seconds.
Four.
No.
