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330 pages, ebook
First published November 11, 2016
She'd learn fast to do as she was told, or she'd pay. She'd learn fast that life as she knew it was over. She was no longer free. No longer human. She was a piece of f#cking meat. Owned.





"I was the boy who would never be king.
The monster who could never be loved."
"I would be the beast who would break her.
The monster who would destroy her."
I didn't fool myself into thinking Dominic was good, not by any means, but as long as our goals lined up, Dominic was the lesser of two evils.
Gia was my match. My perfect match.
Dominic Benedetti may be a monster, but he was a monster with a bleeding heart.
That heart was in no way made of gold.
It was more barbed wire and steel and sharp, deadly edges.
Love wasn't always beautiful. It wasn't always kind or sweet. Lovecould be twisted, ugly bitch. I'd always known this was the kind of love I'd find. The only kind that could touch me. Because some of us, we belonged in the dark, and Dominic and I belonged in the dark.
We were both fucked up, and somehow, we'd found each other, and together, we became something else, something twisted but not ugly. Dark but deep and full.
The moment she set her burning gaze on me, she saw me. She saw right through me.
All the broken pieces of me.
I knew Dominic felt. He felt deeply. He behaved as though he didn't give a shit, but inside, he was like a bubbling volcano of emotion, hypersensitive, and so, so well-schooled in hiding it all.
She also needed to see me for who I was. I was not good. I would never be good.
She needed to have no reservations, no hopes, no illusions...
I may be harder. I may be darker, but I was stronger.
And I would never be fooled again. I would never be weak again.
I was a Benedetti according to my birth certificate. I was raised a Benedetti.
Gia, a woman i'd hurt, one I'd been paid to break,
had given me a part of her soul and stolen a piece of mine.
Dominic Benedetti owned me.
And in some strange, sick way, i wanted to be his.
He was my angel of death. But he would slay all my enemies,
and he would protect and love me.
I realized that love itself would bend any ugliness into its own – sometimes strange – sort of beauty. Because it had been in those darkest moments that love had crept in and tethered us together, tighter than any chains could.
I knew this was exactly where I belonged,
where we belonged.
An eye for an eye. A life for a life. Who was I?
He was …beautiful. Beyond beautiful. His face— it belied an innocence that did not belong to him. That I knew in my gut had never belonged to him.
Don’t think my eating your pussy means something. It’s just part of the job,”
“I smell you, Gia,” I whispered.
“I smell your sex . And I bet if I slid my hand between your legs, you’d be wet.”
I want you to fight me. I want to make you. I want to hold you down and fuck you until you scream my name. I want to come all over you, so you know who you belong to. So you know who owns you.”
Dominic Benedetti may be a monster, but he was a monster with a bleeding heart. That heart was in no way made of gold. It was more barbed wire and steel and sharp, deadly edges.
An angel of death. That’s how I’d seen him at the cabin , where he’d been sent to break me. Now I knew it was true . He was my angel of death. But he would slay all my enemies, and he would protect and love me.



