I was never meant to love a monster.
Gabriel claimed me in blood, bound me in vows I never spoke, and buried his darkness inside me until I carried his child.
I hated him.
I needed him.
Then the crash tore him from my arms—his voice fading, his life slipping—and I screamed into the void, begging the devil to give him back.
He did.
Now he’s alive, scarred, and more possessive than ever.
Every heartbeat we steal is laced with danger, lust, and the promise that nothing—not death, not the empire he rules—will ever take him from me again.
But the shadows still hunt us.
One wrong move, one breath too loud, and the world he built on bones and bullets will burn.
I’ll stand in the fire with him.
Because I’m the wife of a king who rules with a gun in one hand and my heart in the other—and I’ll kill to keep it that way.
I’ve tasted his power, felt it pulse between my thighs at 200 miles an hour, heard it whisper my name in the dark while our daughter slept.
He is chaos.
He is mine. A
nd if the underworld wants him back, it will have to go through me—pregnant, unbroken, and ready to bleed for the only man who ever made me feel alive.
Gabriel claimed me in blood, bound me in vows I never spoke, and buried his darkness inside me until I carried his child.
I hated him.
I needed him.
Then the crash tore him from my arms—his voice fading, his life slipping—and I screamed into the void, begging the devil to give him back.
He did.
Now he’s alive, scarred, and more possessive than ever.
Every heartbeat we steal is laced with danger, lust, and the promise that nothing—not death, not the empire he rules—will ever take him from me again.
But the shadows still hunt us.
One wrong move, one breath too loud, and the world he built on bones and bullets will burn.
I’ll stand in the fire with him.
Because I’m the wife of a king who rules with a gun in one hand and my heart in the other—and I’ll kill to keep it that way.
I’ve tasted his power, felt it pulse between my thighs at 200 miles an hour, heard it whisper my name in the dark while our daughter slept.
He is chaos.
He is mine. A
nd if the underworld wants him back, it will have to go through me—pregnant, unbroken, and ready to bleed for the only man who ever made me feel alive.
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