The first time he heard her, he knew she belonged with him.
The first time he saw her, he knew she was his.
She was a sultry enchantress of the night, hypnotizing everyone in the club. Her brown, curvy body was trapped in another man's butchering hands, but he knew she was his. She always had been.
Everyone's attention was on her as she sang her song, but from the first moment he heard her, there was not a shadow of doubt inside him. For years, his mind had been shrouded in darkness, but when she sang, everything made sense.
She was his. She was trapped with another man, but he was going to steal her from him. He didn't deserve her; She belonged with him.
And he was going to make her sing for him.
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Violinist (CENTURIES series: Book #4)
Romance"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about h...
