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Gabriel “Hawk” Copeland
The Man, The Myth, The Problem You Don’t Want to Have
THIS IS NOT YOUR HERO.
I never learned how to pray.
So I buried my apologies in her hair, my devotion in my silence, and every forbidden feeling in the way I held her.
HE TOOK HER FOR REVENGE.
He kept her because losing her became impossible.
“You trusted me,” he said. “I used that.”
Her breath caught.
“I wanted revenge.” His voice was low. “But I broke you instead.”
He gripped her hips. Her body answered him.
“Now I just want to stay inside you,” he muttered, lips grazing her jaw. “Make you forget everything else but us.”
Then he took her—bare, deep, brutal—and froze. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Alena.”
She turned away, cheeks flushed. “You could’ve warned me… before you ruined me.”
He moved—slow, raw, relentless. She cried out, not just from pain—but from something darker.
“Hate me all you want,” he growled. “But you're mine.”
His hips slammed into hers, primal and punishing. It wasn’t pain anymore. It was need. Soaking. Wild. Unstoppable.
“If you’re carrying me after this,” he snarled, thrusting harder, “you’re mine. By blood.”
No more words. Just his body claiming hers, deeper, rougher—like he meant to stay inside her forever.
Mine.
She hated him. But her body—wet, desperate—begged for more.
She came, hard and messy, and again. Her legs trembled. Her moans broke apart in the heat.
And still—she pulled him closer. She didn’t want him to stop.
HE KIDNAPPED HER FOR VENGEANCE
