“You’re mine now,” he roughly squeezes you by the waist, staring at you with a hard look. “No!” - I desperately break out. “I’d rather die than become yours.” “Well, it’s okay, but I’ll become yours,” he grins. - I will be your first. Everywhere. I'll take it in such a way that you will never forget our night. He is my worst nightmare. Wild. Beautiful. Dangerous. Many people dream of belonging to him, but I just want to escape, break our vicious connection. He is my worst enemy, and he knows it very well. Then why does he need me?