Series: Unholy Union Duet #2
Release Date: September 15, 2020
Forced to marry a man I should hate, I’m now bound to Damian.
I sometimes wonder what he sees when he looks at me. Deer in headlights, I guess.
What I see is clear.
A man with too much experience.
The night he took me he told me I belong to him. He proved it on our wedding night. And I believe him when he says he’ll keep me safe. He won’t let anyone touch what’s his.
But I can’t forget what he is. Can’t forget the things he’s done.
And no matter what, I can’t let myself fall in love with him.
My ARC Review:
The concluding part in this duet and it was everything I was hoping it would be, dark and twisted with lots of suspense, lots of twists and turns in the plot, and some hot and steamy scenes, brilliant!
This picks up right after book 1 when we find Damien’s twin brother has returned, but for what reason, what are his plans and how does Cristina fit into all this?
Cristina is forced to marry Damien in one of the most bizzare wedding scenes you will ever read about! This will supposedly protect her, as family rules states once she is his no one else can touch her, including his twin. Her fate is now in Damien’s hands, he has promised that when she has done what needs to be done, then he will let her go.
But Damien realises he feels far more for Cristina than he ever thought he would, and that makes her his weakness, one that his enemies plan to exploit!
We learn more about the background of Damien and his family and how they became to be so broken, all of them. The suspense around who the real enemy is lasts right through as you are second guessing yourself with how the story is written, which was really good. Poor Cristina doesn’t have a leg to stand on and just does not know who to trust and who not!
A page turner from start to finish, highly recommended if you like your reads dark and suspenseful.
Spent, it takes minutes to roll onto my side. She turns her face to mine, our heads resting on the same pillow. The only sound in the room is that of our combined breathing, ragged and worn out.
We just look at each other for the longest time, her eyes soft, quietly watching. Does she see that monster, I wonder? Is that what she’s searching for? She won’t have to look hard.
It’s when I touch her cheek to push back the hair that’s matted to her face that everything changes. It’s then she shutters her eyes and locks me out. The instant is so marked, I feel it like a chill.
It was too much too fast. “I hurt you,” I say. Fuck. I should know better even if she asks for it. She doesn’t know any better. I’m the first man she’s been with.
“You will always hurt me,” she says as if reading my mind. “You should always hurt me.”
I get up on one elbow, a weight settling in my gut.
“Never make love to me or touch me like you did in the tub. Never be gentle.”
I look at her, confused as fuck.
She sits up and looks down at me.
“I see you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I don’t ever want to forget who you are. What you are. I don’t ever want to forget that you’re a liar and a monster. I want to see you with clear eyes, Damian Di Santo. And whatever feelings come up when you’re fucking me, know that mine will never change. I will always hate you.”