Dominic's POV

The rage still burned through my veins like liquid fire as I slammed the door to Antalya's room, the sound echoing through the mansion's hallways. Her curses followed me, muffled but no less venomous through the thick wood. "I hate you, Dominic! You're a monster!" she screamed, and I could hear something crash against the door.

Let her rage, I thought, my lips curving into a dark smile. She can throw all the tantrums she wants. She's mine now, marked and claimed. ...