"You are mine," his words echoed in her mind, over and over, carrying an edge of possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. The way he said it, so unyielding, so raw, left her breathless. The more unhinged he became, the more insatiable her own desire grew. Diya swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the man before her—the man who looked at her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive. His eyes burned with a madness that promised to destroy anything in his path just to keep her close.