(A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)
Publication date: February 7th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
LOVE RECKLESSLY. WITHOUT MERCY, WITHOUT SENSE, BUT NEVER WITHOUT HEART…
He was supposed to be my big break – not my total breakdown. Interviewing Anton Ivankov, the infamous kingpin, was my chance to outrun my broken past. I came ready, determined, but nothing truly could’ve prepared me for him.
Anton wasn’t supposed to be so damned handsome. He wasn’t supposed to have a heart. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to make me a pawn in his prison break.
Now, he’s making me question everything I’ve ever known, replacing common sense with raw desire. Can I escape before he’s done playing wrecking ball – or will this mad need to leap into his bed ruin me forever?
I never knew looks could blindside a man until I saw her. Sabrina was destined to be my ticket outta this hellhole and a secret weapon in our street war.
Except I’m not working for family fortune anymore. Every time we touch, it’s lightning, dangerous and divine.
Hurricane Sabrina’s blinding me to the mission. Her twisted uncle needs to pay big time, but she’s got me so distracted I can barely think. I’ll kill for this girl, anything to hear her beg for one dirty, reckless, unforgettable night.
Good thing I never fail. I’ll do whatever it takes to finish this war and end this Romeo and Juliet crap for good. The only happy ending here is making sure her panties, her heart, her everything are mine, and I’m gonna have it all. I always do.
Vengeance wasn't supposed to be this easy. Neither was a second crack at fuckface Gioulio.
I grinned, slapping my stress ball from one hand to the next. It was my fifth ball in the last six months I'd gotten trading petty shit with different fractions, something to keep the bones in my hands strong and my mind happy. Came in handy when the urge to grab some fuck by the throat and squeeze him 'til his head popped off got too strong.
And when I wanted to fuck? It was a godsend. Tonight, the little ball was my faceless angel, crushed in one hand and then the next, back and forth, long after my knuckles went numb.
Sabrina looked far hotter than the daughter of my sworn enemies had any business being. Or maybe my brain automatically saw a perfect ten because she was a Ligiotti. The hourglass hips, big ripe tits, and hazel eyes beneath her raven hair just completed the ensemble.
Perfect ten. Perfect tease. Perfect for me to fuck one day when I got outta here.
Christ, it was gonna be a fuck to remember too. I'd start an earthquake right in the middle of goddamned Midwest when my hips went to work on her. I hoped to hell she'd cling onto me and take it like a slut, ride the seething volcano of testosterone pent up for way too fucking long.
If she didn't? Tough. Shit.
Nothing was gonna stop these fists from hammering their way outta this hellhole. And a few smooth caresses sure as hell wasn't stopping my dick the instant it was pressed up against soft, wet female flesh.
I almost popped the stress ball like a fat water balloon, thinking of all the ways I'd dig my fingers into her ass while I slammed into her cunt, showing her Ivankov's fuck hard, long, and honest...
He'd taken me, forced me to break the law, pulled me into the world I'd tried to so hard to avoid. Damn it! I had a hundred reasons to hate him, but my eyes disagreed with my heart. They only saw a beautiful, damaged, heavily tattooed angel with a scar glowing on his cheek, dark as the ink going up his arms and meeting in the firebird on his chest.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I wasn't sure why I asked the question.
His hungry eyes already held the answer. They looked me up and down, following my curves, burning my contours into his screwed up brain.
He wanted to fuck me, use me for his pleasure, and then use me again to get at my uncle. I was his secret weapon in a war that started before I was old enough to realize what it was all about.
“Your cooperation,” he said. “Same fucking thing I told you I wanted in the truck. Believe it or not, part of me wishes it didn't have to come down like this, Sabrina. I would've fucking loved wining and dining you in another life – one where wasted family blood doesn't make vengeance my only obsession.”
His tongue quickly flicked across his lips. Just then, I didn't believe fulfilling an old vendetta was the only fixation on his mind. He stepped closer, putting his knee on the edge of the bed, closing the distance between us...
Asshole. I shook my head, more vigorously when one of his hands began sliding up my thigh. He knew how to press buttons I didn't understand.
No way was I coming unraveled like this. Not here. Not now.
“Whatever. I still don't trust you.” I hissed it through my teeth.
“I don't need you to, babe. I just need you to listen to what I'm saying and cooperate. You want to work with me, Sabrina. Stop acting like you don't.” His chest shook as he took a deep, long breath. “Fuck. You can keep spitting nothing but lies and doubts outta those lips. But your body doesn't lie. There's no bullshit here. Just want. Need.”
His fingers pinched my bare thigh, higher than I thought he'd climbed, dangerously close to my panties. Tremors shot through me. The starry void behind me opened up and came through the glass, circled my head, drowned my senses in its glowing lights.
When I sucked in oxygen and tried to steady myself, I smelled him. It was all Anton Ivankov, that evilly masculine scent singeing my nostrils, leaving me pleading for more.
His hand wasn't stopping. His fingers slipped up, brushed my stomach, and then dove down the waistband to my panties. There was no stopping him from feeling how ruined I was, how soaked he'd made me without even knowing it.
“Tonight's the night, babe. You fucking know it, and so do I.” He rubbed lower, spread his fingers in my folds, holding his fingers apart so near my clit. I started shaking all over again. “I'm gonna lay you down and fuck you. That'll clear both our heads. That'll wreck walls. And if it doesn't, tough shit, because I don't think all the brick in the world could hold my dick back from your pussy right now.”
Nicole Snow is a sweet, unassuming young woman. You'd never suspect the deeply sensual, sometimes depraved fantasies raging behind her eyes.
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