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Kavy Carter never believed in monsters—until the night one bit her.

One moment, she was walking home alone, thinking about her long shift at the diner. The next, she was on the ground, blood dripping from a bite that shouldn’t be possible. The attacker was too fast, too strong, too inhuman—and then he was gone, leaving her with a wound that burned hotter than fire.

Now, everything is changing.

Her senses are sharper. Her body feels different. And the dreams won’t stop haunting her.

Somewhere in the shadows, Dante Moretti watches, cursing himself for the mistake that could ruin them both.

He never meant to bite her.
He never meant to claim her.

But now, Kavy is bound to him in ways she doesn’t yet understand—and her transformation is only beginning.

She was supposed to be human.
She was never meant to be part of his world.

But the bite sealed her fate.

And now, something far more dangerous than Dante is hunting her.

Kavy doesn’t know what she’s becoming—or why the darkness seems drawn to her. But she won’t go down without a fight. And when the truth comes out, she and Dante will face a choice that could destroy them both.

Because the real danger isn’t the bond between them.
It’s what happens if she fully embraces it.

Sexy Demon is a dark, seductive werewolf romance filled with danger, supernatural mystery, and a bond that cannot be broken.

Sexy Demon

Kavy's breath was ragged, her body pressed against Dante's as if she didn't know whether to fight or cling to him. Every time she thought she had a grip on reality, he shattered it.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to push him away before she was completely lost. But her body… her body had already betrayed her.

His hands traced slow, possessive paths down her arms, across her waist, igniting a fire she couldn't extinguish.

"You're still pretending you don't want this," Dante murmured, his voice dark, edged with amusement.

She turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze. If I look at him now, I'll drown.

But he didn't allow her the distance. His fingers caught her chin, tilting her head back to force her eyes on his.

"I can feel you, Kavy. Every little reaction, every time your breath catches when I touch you. You think I don't know what that means?"

She hated how smug he sounded. Hated that he was right.

"You don't own me." The words came out unsteady, but she forced them between her lips anyway.

His grip tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her that fighting him was useless.

Heat shot through her. The weight of those words made her stomach tighten.

She shoved against him suddenly, twisting in his grip, her desperation flaring again.

"You don't get to decide what happens to me!"

"Oh, Kavy." His hands caught her wrists easily, pinning them above her head. She gasped, her pulse slamming against her ribs.

His mouth found hers again, demanding, taking. She fought it at first—she always did—but his control was absolute, his dominance something she couldn't escape.

And deep down, she knew she wasn't really trying to.

Her body arched against him, the last remnants of her resistance slipping between her fingers like sand. She hated the way he unraveled her, how easily he stripped her defenses.

But most of all, she hated that part of her wanted to be unraveled.

She tore her mouth away, gasping. "You're a monster."

Dante smirked. "And you're still mine."

The words settled over her like a final chain locking into place. A truth she couldn't escape.

Because no matter how much she fought it

Chapter 29: Unraveling Control