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I don’t flinch or step back at the sting of the blade.

The metallic tang in the air, and the absolute, wild terror in her beautiful eyes only turn me on until my blood is roaring like a furnace.

She wants to play the killer, but she forgets that I’m the one who thrives in the dark.

Without breaking eye contact, I lean down and crush my mouth against hers.

It isn’t a gentle kiss. It’s a dark, toxic assault—a hungry, possessive consumption born of ice, fire, and fifteen years of unholy obsession.

I capture her lips with a brutal intensity, tasting the cold rain on her skin and the frantic, intoxicating heat of her mouth.

Harmony gasps into the kiss, her body going stiff as a board for one fleeting second before the sheer, overwhelming pull between us drags her under.

Her defense fractures completely.

She moans into my mouth, her lips parting, yielding to the dangerous, intoxicating rhythm of my tongue as she begins to sink helplessly into the kiss.

The hand holding the knife loosens.

Her knuckles soften, and the cold edge of the blade begins to drop away from my throat.

Not so fast, pretty girl.

Before the steel can slip completely, I bring my hand up and wrap my fingers around hers, locking her hand in place. I press the point of the knife right back against the warm, bleeding spot on my neck, forcing her to hold the weapon against my pulse while I drown us both in the dark, twisted rush of our kiss.

Her body reacts instantly to the terrifying contradiction of it all.

As I deepen the kiss, sliding my free hand around her waist to pull her flush against my bare chest, a violent, shiver-inducing wave of heat wracks her frame.

Her chest heaves against mine, her nipples harden tight through her wet sweater, her hips involuntarily arching upward into my heavy, rock-hard length.

Every line of her body melts against mine, as I deepen the kiss.

I slide my free hand around her waist to pull her flush against my bare chest, the cabin around us seems to shrink into a claustrophobic pressure cooker of decay.

The oppressive air is thick with the overwhelming stench of damp black mold, wet cedar, and the copper scent of my own fresh blood as it drips onto her knuckles.

The old, rusty tin roof above us creaks and snaps under the heavy rain, sounding like desperate claws trying to tear their way inside.

Rainwater leaks through the rotted ceiling beams, cold droplets splashing onto our heated skin, while the wind howls through the floorboards like a choir of dying men.

Every terrifying detail only fuels the sickness in my chest.

I want to trap her in this rotting tomb, to consume every shuddering breath she has left until she can’t tell the difference between survival and surrender.

As I kiss her, my mind twists with the unhinged desire to push her to the absolute edge of sanity—to leave my mark so deep inside her mind that she’ll hear my voice every time she closes her eyes in the dark for years to come.

Every line of her body melts against mine in the shadows of the creaking room.

She still holds the blade to my throat, and yet she’s arching into my touch, trembling with a filthy, desperate hunger that matches my own wanton craving.

My dick twitches hard against her stomach, my pulse hammering a wild, primal beat directly beneath the steel she’s holding.

I kiss her until her knees go soft, until her tongue is tangled with mine and her chest is heaving for the very air I’m stealing from her lungs.

Reluctantly and with great difficulty, I drag my lips from hers, leaving a mere inch between our gasping mouths.

With a slow flutter, Harmony’s eyelids blink open, her sweet eyes dark and wide, shimmering with an intoxicating lust.