She is a poison he had craved to Taste. A sin he wants to keep committing. For Jericho, watching Alessia strip on stage was drug. He never chases. Every woman would worship the ground he walked on just to be on his bed but he found himself chasing this one woman to the point of obsession.   

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He pinned my hand above my head, my back pressed firmly against the wall. His breath was warm against my skin, close enough to steal the air from my lungs.

“Trust me, love,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “You could have been married to a hundred men before me but you’ll always find your way back to my arms. There’s no escaping me.”

I still can't believe I almost forced myself on my mate.


Every second that passes, the memory burns hotter. I wanted to bang my head against the wall when I saw that look on her face—that pure horror in her gorgeous eyes. She wasn't scared of the mafia boss. She was scared of her mate. Her mate.


I thought I'd be able to control myself. I thought I could manage it if she just danced for me every night so I could slowly adjust to the bond, take it in small doses, build some damn tolerance. But one night—one fucking night—and everything I planned collapsed.


I don't even know what came over me. How I got across the room. When I pinned her to the wall. When I kissed her like a starving beast. It was like something hijacked my body, and I only woke up when I tasted blood—my blood—from her biting me.


It's been hours, but my cheek still stings from her slap.


Chapter 13 - Chapter thirteen