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What can I say? If a man is going to be a douchebag, he might as well do it while I’m eating a three hundred dollar steak.
Jillian Hart has been mine a lot longer than the debt she owes me, whether she knows it or not. But she’ll learn. She’ll see that there’s no escaping me, no amount of money that can sever our connection. There is no other option—I’m an omen of the inevitable. Jill will love me, crave me, breathe me. She’ll feel me rooted so deeply inside her she won’t know where her soul ends and mine begins. She’ll be for me. Just like I am for her.
“Because when I’m not with you, there’s an itching in my veins that only the sight of you can fix.”
“Yes,” he states, stepping closer to me. “Yes, I do. Watching you was my favorite thing to do in the entire world. It was my reason for existing.”
“You’re a decent fuck, Gage. Don’t ruin it with your mouth.” “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” The dark promise in his voice sends a shiver through me. “I’m going to ruin you with my mouth. And my fingers and my cock.”
She’s the salvation to my damnation, and I will worship at her altar in every lifetime.
its for this reason i cannot stop reading mafia romances… (this one isnt particularly mafia) its the obsession over their women omfgggggggg
“Because if anyone is going to be spoiling you, protecting you, and babying you—it’s going to be me. And I’ll take any chance I get.”
“Love you? From the second I laid eyes on you, there has been an itching in my veins that only the sight of you can ease. Without you, the world has no art, and I have no purpose.” I swallow hard against his hand, the breath halting in my chest as his words seep into my bones. “I don’t just love you, Jill. I worship you. I bleed you. I am for you.”
