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Yep. After tonight, I’m fucking losing my mind.
Why did I want that?
I couldn't say.
Maybe it was because I had spent so many years running from this world, from its darkness and brutality, that now, standing in the midst of it, I felt a surging need to finally surrender to it.
Or was it that he had already changed me so much that I’d become insane?
Had Gianni's dark allure seeped so deeply into my soul that I was no longer the woman I had been just hours before?
I wasn’t sure.
But I knew that the thought of him smearing that blood on me, marking me with it, made my heart fucking race in the most terrifyingly erotic way.
My body heated further.
I shivered again. “Yes.”
Gianni raised his eyebrows.
“Dirty me with their blood.”
A deep, animalistic growl rose from his throat and damn near shook the fucking walls.
“My twisted little princess.”
“Come dirty me. . .Daddy.”
Something snapped in him at my words.
I could see it in his eyes.
A flicker of primal hunger.
A sudden burning intensity.
Fast, he moved towards me with this deadly grace that almost made me scream in horror.
Oh my God. What did I do?
Chapter fourteen
The Taste of Sin
In our suite, Gianni was no longer a man.
He was now a beast, and he most definitely was about to fuck me.
There was no escape. Not that I truly wanted to.
He was in front of me in seconds.
And those huge blood-stained hands gripped my waist with a force that stole the breath from my lungs.
Oh shit.
The blood, still warm, smeared across my hips and thighs, seeping into the delicate lace of the lingerie, staining the white with deep, crimson streaks.
