Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)

by Cora Reilly

My monstrous side had come out to play but the revelry had only just begun.

he looked all man, trouble and danger, how he lounged in his seat as if that was the place he was meant to be. His kingdom.

Her eyes captured mine and fuck, I was a goner. I wanted to drag her toward my car, set up a tent and devour her.

hadn’t felt a desire this strong in… ever.

I didn’t want this to end. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe never.

“Oh, I have a feeling you’re worth every trouble you might put me through.”

“Secret girl in Adamo Falcone’s life. I like that title.”

She was beautifully imperfect—imperfectly beautiful.

She was laughter and lightness and happiness.

I’d been trying to ignore my feelings but looking at him now I couldn’t deny that I was falling for Adamo.

“To think that I’d ever fall for an Italian mobster—”

“I never thought I’d fall for a Bratva princess either,”

“Every day since you’ve been in my life has been better than any day before we met.”