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401 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 22, 2021
He terrified me. The emptiness in his eyes, the knowing that I had that he would kill me without a second thought. Yet I was attracted to him.

Tell me no, Sienna,” he taunted. I opened my mouth to do just that. “I hate you,” I seethed, my voice scratchy.
“That doesn’t sound like no,” he replied. His fingers moved inside me. “Tell me no,” he repeated...
He knew I was sick, depraved and utterly defenseless against him... I shouldn’t want this. My mouth didn’t move. Didn’t form the words.
I’m not fucking done with you,” he growled in my ear, slamming me against the wall. “By the end of tonight, you’re not going to be able to walk. You won’t be able to speak. I’m going to spank you so fucking hard you won’t sit down for a week.”
“I-I hate you,” I stammered as he continued fucking me...
“Keep telling yourself that. Because I know I’m trying my hardest to hate you, and it’s fucking impossible. We are both damned.”
They were impressed by the quality of your captive?” I returned, venom in my voice. “Color me flattered.”
Cristian grinned wickedly, showing straight, white teeth. “I hope that your smart mouth remains throughout our marriage, no matter how often I try to fuck it out of you.”
Say it,” I demanded.
His eyes burned into mine, his muscles taut as I continued to ride him. “
You said it yourself,” I continued, my voice straining as my climax approached. “You own me. And you know I’m bad. So say it. I’m your bad girl.” My hands tightened around his neck, and his body tensed even more. He was seconds away from release, I knew that. We both were.
“You’re my bad girl,” he confessed through his teeth, eyes burning with fury.

"Tell me no, Sienna," he taunted.
I opened my mouth to do just that. "I hate you," I seethed, my voice scratchy.
"That doesn't sound like no," he replied.
"You are my queen, Sienna," he murmured. "And I will punish anyone who tries to touch my queen," he vowed."
“If you wanted the good girl,” I murmured against his mouth. “You would’ve chosen someone else.” I positioned myself so he was pressing against me, rubbing myself against him. I didn’t fully seat myself on him, despite how much we both wanted it.
“If you wanted the good girl, you would’ve found someone who wore dresses like that. Someone like her.”
"This is your life, Sienna," he said, voice running over my skin like a caress. "You will walk with death, blood and pain."