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570 pages, Paperback
First published March 14, 2017


He oozed power and death and fear.
You killed a hundered men single-handed. You climbed from slave to soldier to Boss. And you brought us with you.
Everything you were vanishes. Your emotions disappear. Your name becomes nothing more than a sound passing from my lips. You become nothing.
He understood now, though, that Frankie was not someone you could break with force. She was unique. To get her to break, he first had to get inside, to understand what made her tick. To make her submit, he had to do it from within.
I did not exist without him. He was my universe. I was Galileo staring at the sun, realizing I was nothing, and then the bastard blinded me. He was the sun, and I couldn't even close my eyes…
When I was alone with Beast, I changed. I became someone I wasn't, someone who begged and craved him.
Become whatever or whoever is needed, even if it is the antithesis of what you are now. Shed your skin and don another, so long as you survive, and remember this last thing: no matter what you do, no matter what happens, he is the one who set the fire that forced you to rebirth yourself.
Anteros realized then he was the slave, and always had been. A slave to his desire. A slave in his need. A slave in his love.

Mio cuore.







When he finished, he let go of me. I slumped to the floor, messy and crying. Violated. Satisfied. So, so satisfied. Before I had wondered if I was in heaven or hell. What a stupid question that was.