Prologue

“Say you want me, mageménos,” he growled in his usual dark, husky voice as he dragged me all the way down onto his thick, throbbing cock.

Enchanted one, his term of endearment for me.

“Say it,” he demanded, lifting me again, this time bringing me down with brutal force.

Shuddering, I shook my head, doing what I could not to fall under his spell.

He laughed, the sound filling me with longing and the kind of darkness I’d never believed I could want.

“You will take every single piercing inch of me. You will obey my every command. My good girl. My very good girl. You’re my beautiful, filthy woman, the light to my darkness.”

I’d once hated when he called me that, refusing to be his good little anything, but now as my pussy muscles stretched, my heart racing, I couldn’t deny the intensity of my desires.

He lifted his hips, thrusting into me again as he pinched and twisted my nipple until I cried out in pain. The look in his eyes should be terrifying but it drew me further into his darkness.

I also couldn’t lie to myself. Everything about Stavros Diamondis was bad for me, very bad.

After all, he was the one who broke me down before building me back up, fixing me. Healing my heart.

Soothing my anger.

Caressing my bruised skin while wiping away the tears.

Yet I’d become nothing but his plaything.

His pet.

His possession.

Still, a small part of me wanted to be that girl one more time, the one with the bright eyes and verve for life, the one he called his enchanted one. The girl who’d allowed herself to believe he was the right one.

The hero of my personal story, the knight in shining armor.

He had saved my life three times, well, in truth four, the last incident the most frightening. The nightmares would never end. Just when I’d lost hope, he’d found me. He’d promised to die to keep me safe. To burn the entire world down to get to me.

He’d kept his promise, barely surviving, scorching the earth while littering it with blood and broken bones.

But I still couldn’t forgive him.

For what he’d done.

For what he’d accused me of.

For who he was.

For all the promises that he’d never able to keep, no matter how dangerous and powerful he was.

And for telling me I was the love of his life.

However, there was a thin line between love and hate.

And somehow, I’d crossed it once again, his words as electrifying as they were haunting.

You are mine, my beloved. Until the end of time…