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PROLOGUE

It all started in the dark of night, a masked, sensual man who ignited my desires, stalking me as if I was his prey.

Then he told me there was nowhere I could run or hide where he wouldn’t find me.

And it was just the beginning…

CHAPTER1

“Loved with obsessive devotion, hated with barely controlled fury.”

—Heather McCollum

Cruz

I’d heard several times in my life that there was a thin line between love and hate. When the two collided, the power was catastrophic. I’d felt that for months, the savage pull that threatened to drag my soul straight into the fires of hell. While I’d managed to control the brutal needs churning inside of me, fueling my hate and the need for revenge, the time had come to let loose the beast dwelling inside, clawing at my organs, ripping at my skin.

The reason was simple.

The fury had built to a point of no return, years spent wallowing in sadness and self-pity, in rage and uncontrollable need for blood and destruction. I’d spent years in purgatory of my own making, driven to the point of madness. But just as the act of retaliation was within my grasp, another insatiable need took over, quickly becoming an obsession.

All because of her.

The reason for being on the precipice of losing what was left of my soul.

Her.

The longing for a creature so beautiful and innocent that the raging hunger took my breath away.

Her.

The strangling requirement that had left me incapable of focusing on anything else.

Her.

The woman who’d shattered the glass house surrounding my sanity.

Her.

The beguiling creature who’d become the object of my enraged desire, a yearning so intense that a mere taste of her would never be enough.

As I stood on the cliff, overlooking a rocky shore, I took a deep breath, the air crisp from an approaching storm. The waves were turbulent, crashing against the craggy rocks. With one misstep, I could fall from the precipice to my death.

I’d once sought death, the only outcome that seemed acceptable.

Now I hungered for more.

Not just a nibble of her voluptuous lips or a whiff of her feminine wiles.

More.

More…

She had no idea a monster lurked in the darkness, but the time had come to take what already belonged to me.

Soon, I would take that taste.

Then I’d capture her essence.

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