Machiavellian (Gangsters of New York, #1)

by Bella Di Corte

Il tuo profumo mi fa impazzire.

“Most people know better, but the ones who don’t catch on quick enough. You’re my wife. Your flesh, blood, and bone belong to me, and so do your feelings. Someone hurts you. They hurt me. Capisci? I hunt for you only. And always remember this, Mariposa. ‘It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.’ People will fear you. Why? They see me standing behind you. I don’t cower. I don’t fucking bend. I kneel for no mere man on this earth.”

I hunt for you only.

“Ti piace la mia bocca sulla tua pelle. Tremi per me.”

I stopped when I was right below her and fell to my knees on the steps. “I don’t bend. I don’t fucking break. I kneel for no mere man on this earth.” I didn’t look at her, so I used my fingers to guide me. I took her hips in my hands and rested my forehead against her stomach. “Except for you, Mariposa. You can bend me. You can break me. You are the only woman who has the power to bring me to my knees. I need your mercy.”

“I don’t give a fuck what the doctor says. This is what I need. You. Underneath me. Crying out my name. That’s my only medicine. My only cure in this diseased world.”