**"She hated him, and he loved the way it burned. She pushed him away, but every time she did, it only made him want her more. He wasn't some innocent man to be ignored; he was the kind of obsession that crept under your skin, the kind of love that tore you apart and put you back together, piece by broken piece. He didn't want her affection; he wanted control. He didn't want her to love him-he wanted her to need him. To crave him. And when she finally broke, when she gave in, he'd fuck her in ways that made her forget who she was before him. But no matter how much she resisted, she was already his. And the worst part? She didn't even know it yet."**