Dominate me

Prologue

Dominate me

Mafia erotica

PROLOGUE

The leather seats of the Maybach smelled of expensive cologne, spilled bourbon, and the heavy, metallic tang of ozone right before a storm. Outside, the rain was a torrential sheet against the tinted windows, blurring the neon lights of the city into bleeding slashes of pink and crimson.

Two miles away, five hundred soldiers from the East Side syndicate were prepping their weapons for a turf war.

Two miles in the opposite direction, the West Side cartel was waiting for her signal to light the match that would burn the city to the ground.

But right here, in the suffocating dark of the backseat, the two people who commanded those armies were tearing each other apart.

Her fingers were knotted in his hair, tugging hard enough to bruise his scalp, while his heavy hands locked around her waist like iron bands, pinning her against the door. Every touch was an act of violence. Every kiss was a battle for territory they both refused to surrender.

"I should put a bullet between your eyes," she gasped against his mouth, her voice dripping with venom even as she arched her back, craving the exact friction that was ruining her. "The economy is bleeding because of you. My men want your head on a spike."

"Let them try," he growled, his thumb digging ruthlessly into her hip, leaving a mark that would take days to fade. "But you won't give the order. Because you’re addicted to this. You hate me, but you’d die without this."

"I despise you."

"Good. Don't stop."

It was a sick, twisted game of Russian roulette. If his bodyguards turned around, if her driver checked the rearview mirror, the illusion of their bitter, generational rivalry would shatter. The fragile peace treaty holding their empires together would disintegrate, and the ensuing chaos would bankrupt both of their syndicates.

They had everything to lose. Their status, their fortunes, their lives.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into eyes that were dark with a terrifying, toxic possessiveness. "If anyone finds out about this, we both burn."

"Then let it burn," she whispered, and pulled him back down.