His hand tightened around my waist, steady and unyielding. His mouth brushed the side of my neck, and the warmth of his body between my legs made my thoughts blur into nothing but sensation.“Niccolò…” I whispered, breathless, overwhelmed by him.He did not respond with words. Instead, he entered me slowly, deeply, with a control that made me cry out against his shoulder. My fingers dug into his back as I tried to hold on to something solid. I was already shaking, already losing myself in him, and he understood it completely.“You feel that?” he murmured against my skin. “That’s what happens when you belong to a fucking monster.”I moaned. I didn’t care if he was the devil. I wanted him anyway.He grabbed my throat, not tight, just enough to make me gasp.“Say it.”“I’m yours,” I breathed. “Only yours.”NICCOLÒ FALCONEThe name that made grown men stutter. The face that haunted cartel nightmares. The man who’d burned empires just to stay warm.He didn’t run a criminal empire. He was the empire, carved in blood and wired with bombs. A walking, breathing weapon wrapped in a designer suit. The kind of man who didn’t flinch when you screamed — only leaned closer to hear the pitch.His enemies called him The Reaper.
His men called him Boss.
The world called him untouchable.And me?I called him mine.But here’s the truth no one tells you: when the devil gives you his heart, he doesn't hand it over — he chains it to yours, drags you into the dark, and dares the world to take you from him.But this wasn’t just sex.This was pain dressed as pleasure.And… I wasn’t just fucking a monster.I was falling in love with one.And that’s the problem.Because I’m the one thing Niccolò Falcone was never supposed to want.I’m the daughter of the man who tried to destroy him.I’m the secret that could get him killed.He said he’d marry me to protect me.
He said he’d kill for me.
And God help me… I believed him.But what happens when the truth rips through our world like a bullet?What happens when the past comes back, not just to haunt us — but to finish what it started?What happens when loving me turns Niccolò Falcone into something even he can’t control?Read to find out ...