He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.
"You are MINE." He growls out, trapping me against the cool counter, the spoon immediately falling out of my hands- creating a crash on the floor. His big hard body covers mine like a sweater, His thick blonde hair running against my chin as he dips his head down to my chest. "Who do you belong to?" He whispers in a...