PROLOGUE

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"How do you know, huh? How the fuck do you know that what you're feeling is love? You've never felt it before, Ares."

I could tell my words had triggered him and the sadness in his eyes turned to anger."You don't get to stand there and act like you're the only fucking victim here," he shouted back and suddenly I felt small again.

I knew what happened to him. I knew the pain my family and the stupid Novikov name did to him. He was just a kid when it happened.

He stepped closer to me and by then I had no space to move and was caught with my back against the counter by the sink. "You also don't get to tell me what the fuck I feel,"

"I'd give my life to keep you safe,"

"Then why did you hurt me," I whispered, not being able to say it any louder.

His face softened as he stared at me. His hand reached up to my cheek and I didn't even stop him. It was too late. I was in love with him and now that he's admitted that he loves me, my heart had no strength to pull away.

"I didn't mean to, Angel," he whispered, his forehead resting on mine. My eyes fluttered shut, and my breathing was heavy.

"You knew what he did to me, you knew how much pain it caused me." I could feel myself crying and I hated that I couldn't be strong enough to stop myself.

"Do you have any idea what I've been through?"

"I do, baby. I do."

"I thought he was the one who ruined my life, but it was actually you. You came into my life and destroyed me because now I can't live without you."

"Angel," he kissed me.

He didn't let me finish before the kiss turned sloppy and ferocious.

My lips were swollen, and my face was red from crying, but I couldn't stop kissing him. I couldn't get enough of him. His hands ran up and down my body as if he were trying to hold onto me.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he said against my mouth. Somewhere between apologies and kissing, we couldn't control ourselves. His hands roamed my body, travelling to the back of my thighs.

He lifted me and placed me on the counter, as he found the space between my legs. "Please, forgive me, Angel," he begged.

"No." I shook my head, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him to me. I didn't want to forgive him but I couldn't bear to think about not having him.

I had no control over what was happening. All I knew was that my heart ached for him. My body wanted him. And my body acted on those thoughts as my hand fisted his shirt.
And even though my heart was hurt, my heart still yearned for him, I needed him more than anything.

I needed him like we needed air.
My fingers looped through his hair, tugging it slightly like I knew he liked it.

"I need you so bad." He pulled back to look at me, his eyes full of regret.

"Please let me," His hand travelled up my side and rested at the base of my neck.

I nodded as if it were the most obvious answer.

Because it was.

It was always him.

I didn't realise how badly I wanted him until now. How could I ever resist him?
I was a goner, a lost cause.

There was no point in denying that. His hand slid under my dress, grabbing the sides of my ass. He pulled my body to his and pressed his lips harder on mine, stifling my moan. His hands continued to squeeze at the fat of my ass, before trailing to my underwear and swiftly pulling it off.

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