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“I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip.
Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak and now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.
“No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.”
His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, steady, ruthless. My lips parted to curse him, but only a broken moan came out.
Before I could breathe, he shoved four thick fingers inside me. My knees buckled and I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold on, to keep myself from falling apart. The filthy sound of him moving inside me filled the room, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge.
“I’ll show you,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine. “You were mine then. You’re mine now. You’ll die mine.”
I wanted to scream that I despised him, that I would never forgive him. But my body betrayed me, breaking apart as I came hard around his hand, my soul spilling into his touch. And he only smiled, dark, knowing and sinful, like the devil who had always owned me.
She was the pastor’s daughter. He was the devil’s son. Ten years after leaving her at the altar, Isaiah Cannighan returns—not as the boy she loved, but as a ruthless mafia king. On the day she tries to marry another, he kidnaps her, dragging her into his dark world where hate and desire collide. She swears she hates him. He swears she’s his. And in his world, there is no escape—only possession.
