Aria
I’ve spent five years trying to forget him. Forget the way he made me feel alive in a place meant to break me. Forget the way he claimed every piece of me until there was nothing left to give.
But Dominic Romano isn’t the kind of man you forget. He’s the kind of man who leaves a mark so deep it’s impossible to erase.
Now, he’s back, and the walls I’ve built around myself are crumbling. He claims I’m his, that I always have been, and worse, some part of me believes him. He’s chaos, darkness, obsession—and I can’t decide if I want to escape him again or surrender to the storm he’s brought into my life.
Because the truth is, I’m not sure I ever stopped being his.
Dominic
Five years. That’s how long it’s been since I let her go. I told myself it was for her, that I was giving her freedom, a chance at a normal life. But Aria was never meant for normal. She was meant for me.
She’s my obsession, my addiction, my Little Sinner. I don’t care about her rules, her guilt, or the fiancé she’s hiding behind. Aria belongs to me, and I’ll break her apart piece by piece until she remembers why.
