By Willow Winters
Release Date: September 1st
Cover Designer: Mayhem Creations
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I was supposed to kill her. But having her on her knees is so much better.
I’m a dangerous man. It only takes one panty-dropping, mouth-watering look to know it. You may be fooled by my good looks and charm.
But my eyes give it away.
I’m the hitman for the Valetti familia, and I’m f*cking good at it. They want men to talk, and I make them talk. They want men gone–bang, it’s done. It’s as simple as that.
She’s on my list, but I f*cking want her. On her knees and submitting to my every command.
I’ll give her a simple choice — die, or be mine.
I’ve always wanted this. Now that I have the chance, I’m taking it.
I can fulfill those fantasies I know she has. I’m going to make her beg for it.
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“Come,” he says with a firm resolve. He pats his left leg. “Let’s try this again.” He waits patiently as I stand and sit awkwardly on his lap. His left arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. Even though he’s so tall compared to me, his head is nearly level with mine with us seated like this. He rests his left hand in my lap, dangerously close to my pussy. My nightgown has ridden up some and I feel exceptionally vulnerable. I’m stiff on his lap, and I can’t relax with his hand where it is.
He waits a moment before saying or doing anything. It’s awkward as fuck.
“You need to relax.” He dips his finger into the sauce and brings it to my lips. He stares into my eyes rather than giving me the command. I do as he wants and open my mouth. He slips his finger past my lips. His eyes are drawn to my mouth as I gently suck his finger clean. When he pulls his finger away, he gives me a satisfied look.
“Good kitten.” He puts another piece of the tuna tartare to my lips and I accept it. Seeing his approval eases something in me. I know so long as he’s pleased, I’m safe with him. And so far, pleasing him is simple, but I don’t know what other terms he has.
On the next bite, I find myself leaning into his fingers. He tsks and pulls the piece away from me. My heart rate speeds up until I realize what I’ve done to upset him. I swallow and sit back on my heels, exactly the way I was positioned before. His left hand runs along the thin fabric of my nightgown, just above my clit. “Good job, kitten.” My pussy spasms around nothing. I close my eyes, hating how my body is betraying me. My nipples are hard, and the light brush of the fabric against them only turns me on even more. Other than his hand edging closer and closer to my pussy, he shows no signs of his own arousal.
“Eat until you’re full.” He grabs another piece, and we continue like this. Each time he feeds me his fingers brush a little closer to my throbbing clit, until finally his deft fingers are massaging small circles over my clit. I’m soaked for him, and primed for him to fuck me. And I fucking hate it. He’s playing me and using my body against me.
He leans into my neck and whispers with his lips barely touching the shell of my ear, “I knew you’d like this. You just need to admit that you want it.”
I’m not sure what angers me more–that I’ve allowed myself to be such easy prey for him, or that he’s right. I want him to fuck me, and I fucking hate him for it. But I’m not going to let him reduce me to nothing but a whore.
I push away from him and kick the plate off his lap while I fall to the floor. The dish smashes on the ground as I fall backward.
He rises quickly, somewhat bracing my fall. The anger washing off of him is so strong that I scoot backward on my ass without even realizing at first. My heart races in my chest, and my blood rushes in my ears. Fear consumes me.
Making Anthony angry is something I shouldn’t do. I know this as a truth, but I pissed him off anyway. I was going to play along. Why couldn’t I just do what I needed to?
I expect him to hit me, or to grab me like he did earlier for my outburst. Inwardly I’m cursing myself for not just going along with this. But I can’t. I’m more than that.
I anticipate his aggression. He doesn’t get violent. Instead, he turns his back on me.
“I’m disappointed in you, kitten,” he says as he carefully picks up several pieces of thick porcelain. He’s slow to pick them up, and for a moment I imagine myself grabbing a single piece, the one closest to me. But I don’t. I’m frozen with fear. After a moment of him cleaning up the mess I made, he looks me in the eyes as he picks up the last shard.
He turns to the door with an expression of discontent and that’s when I realize he’s leaving me.
My racing heart tries to leap from my chest. I can’t be left here. I need to get out. “Please don’t leave me here!” I scream and beg. I didn’t want to, but I have to try. I don’t want him to leave me here alone. I can’t sit here with nothing. No plan, no hope, fucking nothing.
“I’m sorry, kitten,” he says as he turns his back on me. “Tonight training will begin. It’s best that you put this rebellion behind you. You won’t enjoy being punished.”
Tonight? How fucking long will I have to wait in this room alone?
“I have a life! Please just let me go!” I feel weak and hate what I’ve become.
“I know you do, kitten. And I would provide for you in every way you need.”
“I want my life back!” I don’t want to be his version of a pampered pet. I want my job and my friends. I worked hard to create this new life for myself, and I want it back. I don’t want it torn from me.
He turns back to me with anger sparking in his eyes. It’s enough to make me retreat until my back hits the wall. He strides toward me with a dark aura surrounding him.
“You want an office? You want to go online so you can work? Do you want your books, kitten?” I stare at him, not knowing what to say.
“I told you to answer me when I ask you a question,” he says with barely contained anger.
“Yes. Yes, that’s what I want.” I answer him in a strangled voice I don’t recognize.
He smirks at me, and that expression is completely at odds with the aggression choking the air between us. “You would’ve had all of that, if only you’d behaved.” I stare at him with disbelief as he makes his way back to the door.
He’s lying. He must be. I can’t help but hope.
“Please. Just another chance.” I take a hesitant step forward as he punches the code into the keypad.
He turns to face me with sympathy in his eyes. “We’ll try again at dinner.” Before he leaves me alone again, he turns to face me. “I’m going easy on you right now, but remember this is only because it’s your first day and we haven’t discussed terms yet.” He looks at me expectantly as I wipe the angry tears from my eyes.
“I expect you to answer me,” he says with the hint of a threat in his voice. “You will look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
My eyes dart around as my breath catches in my throat. I don’t even remember what he said. My mouth parts, but words don’t come out.
He takes long, quick strides toward me, letting the door fall shut behind him. I cower and find my back up against the wall again. He stops inches away from me like last time, but this time he grips the nape of my neck and pulls me toward him.
“I want you so fucking badly.” His low voice sends a chill down my body. “I want to show you how good this is going to be.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and he makes a fist at the base of my head, forcing me to expose my neck to him.
He leans forward, pressing his body against mine and his large erection digs into my belly. Being held like this sends a need coursing through my body. Every nerve ending is on alert and ready to spark to life. I clench my thighs as my nipples harden.
He leaves an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. It’s so gentle, and so at odds with everything else.
“You’ll learn to obey me, kitten, and you’ll fucking love it when you do.” His hand pushes between my legs and he cups my pussy. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers. “I will give you everything you need. Everything you want. But you need to submit to me.” His hot breath gently caressing my sensitive skin forces a moan from my lips. He takes my earlobe into his mouth and gently nips it. “You’re going to beg me to fuck you, kitten. I’ll wait for it. I’ll wait for you to beg me.”
With that, he leaves me. My body sags against the wall and the chill of the damp cell replaces his warmth. I take in a ragged breath and barely catch sight of him as he leaves me cold and alone. I watch the door close quickly behind him, like he couldn’t get out fast enough.
I close my eyes, hating that I’m so turned on by him. I shouldn’t be. All of this is wrong in every way. Even worse, I hate that I already crave his touch.
By Willow Winters
Cover Designer: Mayhem Creations
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She’s too good for me, but that’s not gonna stop me from taking her.
I’m not a good man, but I’ve never claimed to be. I’m the muscle for the Valetti crime family, and I fit the part with my hard, ripped abs, broad shoulders and cocky attitude.
I’ve never wanted for anything, until I met her… A woman I can never have.
She’s forbidden. Just being seen together would put a target on both our backs.
I can’t help imagining those lush, sassy lips wrapped around the one part of me that doesn’t give a damn she’s off-limits.
All I wanted was a taste of her tempting, forbidden curves. One moment of hot, wild passion, and I’m f*cking addicted.
Everything and everyone else be damned. I’m making her mine.
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“I know you’re home, Thomas,” she yells from the other side. “I just wanna talk.” I roll my eyes. No shit. That’s all this broad wants from me. ‘Cause she’s a cop.
I need to send her away. I need to do it now.
I swing the door open and it stops her fist in the air. I look at her clenched hand pointedly until she lowers it and then I stare at her. I keep my face impassive. None of that bullshit I gave into before. This needs to end.
“You wanna talk, go ahead and talk,” I tell her in a no-nonsense tone.
She opens her mouth and then closes it. She clears her throat and looks to the ground before looking back up at me. “Thank you. I just wanted to say thank you.”
I stare at her, not quite understanding. I’m surprised by her sweetness. It catches me off guard. Which isn’t a good thing.
“For helping me with those guys.” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “I never thanked you for stepping in. It would’ve really sucked if you hadn’t.” It would have sucked. That’s putting it mildly.
I should just stare. I shouldn’t respond. She’d get the message loud and clear, but I can’t do that. I look past her and give a curt nod as I say, “No problem.”
She noticeably swallows and asks, “May I come in?”
“No.” It’s easy shutting that down. The only reason I’d bring her in here is to fuck her. And that’s not going to happen. My dick doesn’t like that answer and starts hardening in my pants. I clench my jaw, trying to get it to go down. I’m only in a pair of sweats. She’s gonna see how fucking hard I am for her. Fuck it, I still can’t have her. Doesn’t fucking matter if she knows I want her or not.
I need to push her away.
“You’re in the wrong part of town, Tonya,” I say, keeping my eyes on her with my voice low.
A smile spreads slowly across her face, making her look gorgeous as fuck. She cocks a brow and tries to suppress the laugh that I can practically hear escaping from those full lips of hers. “You’re kidding, right?” She’s not really asking though, and she has a point. I’m a scary fucker, but it’s not like I live in the rough part of town.
“You know what I mean.” She should know not to fuck with me. Maybe I’ve been too easy on her. I’ve given her this idea that I won’t hurt her, and I’m her pal. But I’m not her buddy. She should be fucking careful around me. She should be scared of me.
She rolls her eyes at my words and it’s the last straw.
“You think you’re such a bad ass bitch, don’t you?” I walk into her space, pushing her farther out into the hallway.
She seems taken aback by my tone, and it takes a moment for her to square her shoulders. I can see her changing before my eyes. Like she just realized who I am, and that she’s a cop. She may think she doesn’t have to take any shit from me, but I’m about to prove her wrong.
“You think you can play this good girl act with me, but I know who you really are.”
She looks confused and then pissed. “I never said I was a good girl, and I’m not putting on an act.” She speaks through clenched teeth with her hands balled at her side. It really pisses her off when I call her that. That’s good to know. I like pissing her off and getting her riled up.
“So what? You’re a bad girl then? Just like I said, you think you’re a bad ass. You’re not.”
She huffs a laugh and rolls her eyes. She literally doesn’t give a shit. I need to instill fear into this broad. I’ve given her too much length on her leash.
I look her in her eyes and lower my voice. “I could fuck you raw in the front of this building, and no one would stop me. No one would say shit to me.”
Her lips part, and her eyes soften with lust at my words. Fuck me, that’s so fucking hot. That’s not at all the reaction I expected. I anticipated disgust. I would think she’d pull out the cop card. But she doesn’t.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask as I grip her hips and turn her around to pin her to the wall next to my open door. “’Cause you’re such a bad girl.” I lower my lips to her neck and whisper in her ear. My lips barely touch her. “You’d love it so fucking much, you’d cum on my dick as I fucked your greedy cunt however I wanted.”
I shove her back against the wall. I’m not gentle, but only because I can see how much she likes it rough. I grab her ass with both hands and hold her against the wall with my hips. My hard dick pushes against her thigh, digging into her. I can see the moment she realizes she’s about to get fucked. Her eyes widen and she pushes her hands against my chest. I pull back slightly, but my hands and hips keep her in place.
My heart beats wildly in my chest. My blood’s laced with desire and races with a primal need to fuck her against the wall. She’d fucking love it. We both want it.
I lean forward and barely hear her say, “Ssst.” She knows she should say it, but she hasn’t yet. She likes me pushing her boundaries.
“Stop?” I ask with a lopsided grin. “Is that what you were gonna say?” She presses her lips together and turns her head to the side, refusing to look at me and refusing to answer. I heard it on the tip of her tongue. But she doesn’t want this to stop. She wants to be impaled on my dick.
“You’d better fucking say it, Tonya.” Her eyes whip up to mine with a flash of anger. She doesn’t like me telling her what to do. Good. It’s going to be fun getting her so worked up. I love it already.
I wrap my hand around her throat and give her a gentle squeeze. My left hand grabs hold of her thigh and she spreads her legs for me. I cup her pussy and rock my palm against her clit. I can feel how hot and wet she is. Her eyes go half-lidded, and her lips part with a small moan of pleasure. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I bend my head down and hesitate just a second before taking her bottom lip in between my teeth.
This is dangerous. At first it felt like a game. But the more I push, the more she gives me. I’m already addicted, and I haven’t even had a taste of her yet. I should stop this before it begins, but I can’t. I want her, and now that I know how much she wants me, I’m taking her.
I’m going to have to fuck this broad out of my system. Just once. Just once, so I can satisfy this beast clawing at me to fuck her into submission.
I lower my lips to the crook of her neck and bite down hard enough so she knows I won’t be gentle. She rocks her hips and rubs her hot pussy against my dick. Fuck, yes. I growl into her ear, “Get your ass inside.”
I pull back and stare into her green eyes. They spark with a challenge. “Thought you said you could fuck me out here.” My dick jumps in my pants.
“Bad girl.” I back away so I’m not touching her. “Get inside.” I see the defiance in her eyes. She fucking loves this. She’s coming alive with my touch, and I love that I can do this to her. She bites down on her lip and looks to the stairs. For a moment, one split second, I think she’s going to leave, but then her cute ass starts walking inside, and I know I’ve got her.
Reading order for the Valetti Crime Family Series
Book 1 , Dirty Dom>>>>>Link
Book 2,His Hostage >>>>Link
Book 3, GoodGirl >>>>Link
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