"Where do you think you can escape?"
His fist tangled in my hair, yanking me to my knees before him. The pain was sharp, absolute, a brutal reminder of who was in control. His voice was a low growl, command.
"Beg for my cock, and I might consider letting you go."
Three years ago, I wore the engagement ring of Mafia boss Marco Salvatore.
Now, I wear his chains.
He calls this revenge for my betrayal. He wants to break me, shatter me, make me pay for the past. But with every cruel touch and hateful whisper, the ghost of the man I once loved wars with the monster he's become.
In this twisted game of vengeance, the line between hate and obsession is dangerously thin. And I'm starting to fear that the only thing he wants more than my surrender... is my soul.
