Page 151 of Claimed In Darkness

"You think I’m letting you go?"I murmur, voice sharp, dangerous, fucking feral.

She exhales, short and sharp.

Her free hand moves fast.

A dagger, pulled from somewhere hidden, slashing toward my ribs.

I catch her wrist.

Pin her.

Hold her.

And I feel it—the way she still fucking melts for me, even now, even after everything.

The way her breath shudders, just slightly.

The way her lips part, her body straining against me, not because she needs to get away?—

But because she knows she won’t.

She never did.

She never wanted to.

And I feel it then.

That she is still mine.

Even now.

Even here.

Even with a blade pressed between us.

She is still fucking mine.

"This isn’t over, Naira."

She exhales, but does not deny it.

Does not tell me I am wrong.

Does not tell me to stop.

She belongs to me.

I will never stop chasing her to hell and back.

Not until I get her back.

Until she fucking admits that she was never meant to leave me.

I will destroy every single person who thought they could take her away from me.

And when she stops fighting me?—

When she lets me have her again?—

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