“First door on the right.” I exhale in relief, grateful he doesn’t argue with me on this, and go to the room, my heels clicking on the floor. Wrapping my hands around the doorknob, I twist it and enter, only to gasp as thousands of lit candles, it seems, surround the place, brightening it in a romantic light with red rose petals spread on the silky black sheets.

“Romantic, isn't it?” Remi asks, following right after me, and I spin around to face him, my eyes widening at his bare chest. “Kelly outdid herself.”

“What is all this?” I ask, my eyes on his face, refusing to focus on his tan skin and the perfect muscle tone that should be forbidden for any man to have.

I didn't get the chance to study his magnificent form back in the club, but right now, despite the truth, everything female in me reacts to him and craves to touch him to see if his pecs are as hard as they look.

Shaking my head from the lustful fog his presence alone brings, I await his reply, and then my jaw drops when he takes off his belt with a whoosh, throwing it aside. “What are you doing?”

“It’s my wedding night. So I plan to get my wife off with my tongue before fucking her over and over again in my bed.”

A hot flush washes over me at his words, the carnal images filling my head while desire flares inside me, setting my blood aflame as his wicked energy floats around us, inviting me to succumb to the temptation.

However, I still resist its siren call and instead reach for my veil, unclipping it from my head and putting it gently on the bed before straightening up and raising my chin high. “Well, your wife is not interested, so please leave.” A chuckle meets my reply, and he lowers his zipper as I take a step back, when he comes closer to me. “I mean it, Remi. What happened in the car was a mistake.”

“Was it, ma chérie?” he asks and now takes off his pants, leaving him standing naked right in front of me with this thick and long cock out on display.

My God, how did it fit inside me before?

My core clenches at the memory, and it only intensifies the rage within me at my obvious desire, and I reply, “Yes.” He steps closer, and I take several steps back until my back connects with a wall, trapping me between the granite walls and an aroused male advancing on me. “Remi, please.” The power and desire pouring from him are almost my undoing, as they freeze me on the spot while goose bumps pop on my skin in anticipation of his next move.

“You.” He places his hand on the wall. “Are.” The second one as well, caging me in as he hovers above me. “Mine.” His cheek twitches. “My wife. You have to accept me and your new reality.”

“You’re a monster!” I scream at him, pushing him away, only to groan inwardly at the electricity prickling through me at the contact. “You forced me into this marriage.” How doesn’t he understand? Dealing with this and accepting our passion would mean indirectly not seeing anything wrong with what he does.

What woman accepts such a fate?

“I kill those who do not deserve to live.” I shake my head, disagreeing with him. “Yes! Trust me—such people shouldn’t walk among us, and they brought much more darkness to the world than I ever could.”

Even if that might be so and I could believe in it… does it change any variables in this equation?

“You still take lives! It doesn’t make it right, no matter how much you twist it around.” I push at him again, but he stays an immovable wall. “Justifying it doesn’t make it right.”

“I don’t give a fuck about being right. Accept me as your husband and give us what we both so want.”

But he doesn’t want just my body, does he?

He wishes to claim my soul again so I will welcome him in my arms with all the darkness and horrible deeds, giving him the salvation and atonement he doesn’t deserve.

Yet he craves it nevertheless. What does he offer in return though?

I only realize I asked this out loud when he replies, “My complete obsession.”

“That’s insane! Why do you kill people? Why do you do what you do?” Maybe if he gives me more answers, insights into his past, I will see it in a different light.

“I reside in darkness that’s so hideous you should never be part of it. You are my only light in a world that has been nothing but cruel to me. So accept me as I am and stop fighting us. You will lose, so don’t subject us to misery over some high moral code you have in your head.”

“Your darkness scares me, Remi. Because one day, you might turn it against me, and then what?”

He jerks as if I slapped him and whispers, “I would never hurt you. I’m not capable of doing so. You’ll have to trust me.”

Trust him? After everything?

His hand circles my neck, his thumb pressing on my pulse, and for a second, he cuts off my oxygen supply before giving it back to me. “We are like the air we breathe. No longer can we exist without one another, and this body—” He roams down my form. “—belongs to me and knows its master.”

I close my eyes, hating the truth in his statement, as his action sends scorching heat through my system, announcing to me that sooner or later this passion holding us prisoner will win over my resolve.

And my addiction to the pleasure he has given me only once has already grown so much it wipes away common sense, logic, and everything else, as long as it means I can bask in it.