Crow (Boston Underworld, #1)

by A. Zavarelli

He makes me feel like a princess and a dirty little slut.

“You don’t own me,” I laugh. He captures my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand while the other pulls down my shorts. “Aye,” he grunts. “I fucking do.”

“I know ye’ve had to be tough all your life, sweetheart,” he says. “But ye don’t have to do that with me. I’ll protect ye and, on occasion, boast because ye’re mine. That’s just the way it goes.”

“You’re the only man I’ll ever bow down to like this,” I tell him.

He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me.