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[close] True power is never held by good men, only the most perfect of villains. And she and I are both villains…

I stole her from her precious cartel, and now she's my pretty little pawn. She should fear me, but she doesn't. I'll have to teach her…

I put a gun to her head and she holds a knife to my throat. Round and round we go, inviting the sickness that consumes us both. We play our twisted game with sweet threats and cruel promises, neither backing down. I crave her madness in the most depraved ways.

Only a woman as ruthless as Camilla could ever make me weak, and she'd love to watch me crumble.

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Two very bad people who want very bad things are never safe together.

Some love stories have no heroes.

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074PCLMW2
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B074PCLMW2

EXCERPT
"Do you really think I would hand you a loaded gun?" I ask Marat.
Adrenaline-laced blood pulses through my jugular. Red distorts my vision. I can handle many things, but this—I cannot. How dare such a man point a gun at me when I am granting him a mercy? Slowly, I push up from my chair and step toward Marat, pacing in front of him. The feral beast inside me begs to slice his throat. It screams for bloodshed and violence. But I will not give into that craving because I would like it too much. This is business, and yet...I glance over my shoulder at Camilla, and curiosity dances around my screaming demons. She's so unhinged. So uncontrolled. I would never in my wildest dreams predict what this little hellhound would do, so maybe I should unleash her.
"Kill them," I say, stubbing my cigar out on Marat's cheek, a pained hiss leaving his lips. "Make it savage, Krasivaya."