“The moment I saw you, I wanted to ruin you, to stain you with myself. Pure and innocent—mine.”
“No, I’m not yours…”
“Yes, Y—, by right you are mine. Every millimeter of your body is mine. Even your breathing belongs to me,” he gently squeezes my throat; my eyes widen with fear.
“And now—get on your knees and greet your husband properly. He’s called the Soulless. People fear him, hate him, admire him. I ended up in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Tamerlan Abramov saved me and made me his. But I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want to love a monster! And I’m scared… What if the monster loves me back too?”