His lips are swollen, bleeding slightly from where I bit him. His silver eyes are unfocused but somehow intense, predatory. His chest rises and falls rapidly, the only sign he's as affected as I am. "That," he says, voice rough as gravel, "is what I'm going to do to every inch of you. Your mouth, your neck, your breasts, between your thighs. I'm going to taste every part of you until you're begging me to f**k you." "You're insane," I manage, though my voice is wrecked and it sounded more like a hungry moan. "Probably." His thumb brushes across my swollen lips, his touch surprisingly gentle after the violence of that kiss. "But you're going to be mine regardless. Spread beneath me, taking my c**k, screaming my name after I mark you." Winter Draven hasn't seen anything in decades, but he doesn't need sight to know Alle Thorn wants him dead. Good. He wants to hate her too. She's the alpha he's been meaning to destroy, now trapped and captive in his territory. The mate bond shouldn't exist between enemies, yet it burns hotter every time they're in the same room. She's fierce, fearless, and digging into secrets he's buried for years. He's ruthless, broken, and hiding the fact that she's the only thing he's ever wanted to keep. Someone set them on this collision course, and that same someone is still pulling strings. When Alle offers to cure his blindness just so he can see her kill him, Winter has to choose between seeing the truth or protecting the lies that have kept him alive. Some conquests you win. Others conquer you instead. NOTE: This is a book for mature audiences who can stomach explicit scenes. Please read at your discretion.