Devil's Thirst (The Moretti Men, #1)

by Jill Ramsower

After all, my parents were the ones who dragged me into the whole nightmare. They tried to sell my virginity to their secret society when I was only seventeen.

Amelie will see me for exactly who I am, and she will come to accept that she’s meant for me. I’ll prove to her that my brand of fucked up is what she needs. It may be a challenge, but that doesn’t worry me. I can be relentless when it comes to getting what I want. And I don’t just want Amelie Brooks; I’ll go fucking insane without her.

I don’t simply hate the news. I can’t stand it. Literally. My anxiety goes through the roof—my hands sweat, and my heart ricochets erratically against the inside of my chest.

“Mi piacerebbe marchiarti, ma non così.” The melodic words spoken in his

He takes a determined step forward. “Maledizione, ti ho detto di smetterla.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not how this works. You chose me. I chose you. We haven’t fucked, but that’s only because I want you to get to know me first. We can skip ahead, though, if it means you start to understand that you’re mine.”

“There are only two things I’ll ask of you—loyalty and honesty—because that lays a foundation of trust. Everything else is negotiable.

“You have no idea how committed I am. If you did, you’d be the one running.”

“Who are you, Isaac?” I ask quietly. His answer threatens to bring me to my knees. “I’m the man who’s going to keep you safe.”

“You were the one who gave me hope. Any light in my eyes that night was there because of you. Because for the first time, I didn’t feel alone.”

“I don’t ever want to know life without you.” He stills, bringing our gazes back together. “Tell me you’ll be my wife. Tell me you’ll be mine forever.”