REMY’S POV.

From watching her to sabotaging her relationships, to now, holding her as she begged in my arms.

I was going to have her. By any means.

My hands slid up her thighs, warm and soft beneath my fingers, until they gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me.

My lips crashed into hers, claiming her in a kiss that was deep and consuming, a release of every ounce of restraint I had been clinging to.

A moan escaped her lips, muffled against mine, and her body trembled in my ...