Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

I’ve never believed in fairytales. There is no white knight in my story. Only me. And I’m not the girl who gets the prince. I’m the girl he bangs because he can.

“Sasha?” “Hmm?” I murmur sleepily against him. “I don’t know how I ever had the good fortune to find you.”

“Sasha.” He murmurs between kisses. “Ye don’t need to handle me with kid gloves. It’s my job to care for and protect you. Always. If ye’re nervous, I want ye to tell me so. I might not have the right words, but I’ll try.”