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No one cared that my soon-to-be husband was a cold-blooded killer who’d committed murder to claim me for himself.

I didn’t want to marry Sebastián Castillo, the brutal older man who was waiting for me at the end of the aisle. His black eyes flashed when they met mine, his ruggedly handsome features sharpening with something hungry and possessive.

My slow steps toward him faltered, and my ruthless escort’s grip on my arm firmed, the head of my fiancé’s cartel dragging me along to face my fate. My punishment.

I’d betrayed his cartel, and now I was paying for it. I faced a life sentence, forever captive to Sebastián. He would keep me in line, ensure that I never jeopardized their organization again.

Once, I’d thought of him as my savior. He’d protected me when no one else would. No one else ever had.

Now, my fierce protector would be my jailor.

Dread pooled in my belly as I reached the altar. Sebastián’s huge hands engulfed mine. His knuckles were still raw and red from the violence on the church steps, when he’d murdered a rival with his bare hands. All for me. To claim me forever.

The organ music quieted, and the priest began to speak. The words were a meaningless rumble on the edges of my consciousness. All I could focus on was breathing and remaining upright. I kept my gaze downcast, too frightened to look into Sebastián’s dark eyes. I was afraid of what I would find burning in their fierce depths. I was afraid of what it would make me feel.

I hated him. I hated that he was taking my freedom, my fortune. He would take possession of all that was mine, including my body. My virginity.

Even now, my fingers tingled in his gentle grip, electricity dancing between us.

One hand released mine to curl two fingers beneath my chin. The priest had stopped speaking. There was a ring on my finger. It was done, the ceremony that sealed my fate was over.

My eyes lifted to Sebastián’s. White-hot flames flickered in the depths of his dark gaze, and the weathered lines that marked his tanned face were drawn with possessive hunger. The golden light that filled the church gleamed over the silver at his temples and in his close-cropped beard. In my strangely detached state, he seemed to shine with an almost ethereal light. Once, I’d thought of him as my avenging angel.

His face dipped to mine, and his warm lips caressed my mouth. A spark ignited between us, and the tingle in my fingers raced through my entire body, making me dizzy with the visceral rush of desire. I gasped, and a low growl escaped him as he took the invitation to plunder my mouth. His big hand cupped my nape, tipping my head back to claim me more deeply, branding me with his tongue in fierce, domineering strokes. He touched me as though he had every right, as though he owned me. And now, he did.

My husband.

My captor.

My eternity.