Precious Hazard (Perfectly Imperfect, #11)

by Neva Altaj

She is mine. Mine to hold. Mine to keep. Mine. Even if she doesn’t know it. Doesn’t want it. She’s still mine.

I want to explore every single inch of her. With my hands. With my tongue. With my dick. Want to hear her breathy sounds as I pound that tight, soaking-wet pussy of hers. Watch her face while I make her come.

“No one…” He dips his head lower, barely brushing his lips over mine. “No other man gets to put his hands on my wife. Just me.”

You might not like me, gattina, but know this. I’ll cut off the dick of any man who dares to touch you. Or even simply comes close to you. You’re mine.”

While doing my best to make my wife despise me, I’ve managed to fall hopelessly in love with her.

Telling someone that you love them is so easy. Meaning it and showing it, that’s the hard part.

“You died.” His voice is so quiet, it hardly qualifies as a whisper. “For a minute and forty-seven seconds, your heart stopped. And during each of those one hundred and seven seconds, I died a thousand deaths. It fucking broke me, gattina.”

My precious little hazard.