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I was a successful, twenty-three-year-old businesswoman and the head of a crime syndicate. I was a cold-blooded killer and a merciless bitch to anyone who crossed me. To everyone who'd met me or heard of me in the years since my family's near massacre, I was all of those things rolled into one intimidating, fear-inducing name. Hades. The leader of the Tri-State Timberwolves.
"I never picked you for a sub, Hades. You legitimately ooze big dick energy worse than any gangster I've met. I can't imagine you giving up control in any situation."
Hayden Darling Timber was my birth name, and for all my legal businesses I was Daria Wolff, CEO of Copper Wolf Enterprises.
well, I was a borderline sociopath with more blood on my hands than most convicted serial killers.
He glared. That was new. No one glared at me. Not if they valued their balls—and their lives.
Iove how badass she is
"None of your business, Cass. You made it pretty clear that we're business associates and nothing more, so I'm certainly not going to chitchat about the incredible dick I got last night."
Savage
“Please, Lucas? Fuck me like you mean it. Break my bed.” He let out a bark of laughter, but a challenge flashed in his gorgeous green eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
Fuck, why was I so fascinated by this man?
"He's kinda new,"
I PROMISE. Its Lucas
Less than twenty-four hours ago he'd fucked me on just about every surface of my bedroom and bathroom. Now he sat in the back seat of my Range Rover wearing a Shadow Prep school uniform. What the actual fuck?
I KNEW IT
Mentally, I wrote a quick eulogy for my panties because they'd officially drowned.
Aside from taking a job in your club and lying about his age, the boy is an angel. Seriously. You should probably do the world a favor and fire his ass before you corrupt him."
Heheh
Fuck. Demi was right; I was going to corrupt the hell out of him.
Just because I want you to throw me around your bedroom a bit doesn't mean I trust you.
HAhaha
"I'm not asking for forever, Hayden. Just a chance. You carry so much weight on your shoulders... Let me be an outlet for all that stress, beautiful. I could be your lighthouse if you let me."
He is so sweet though
He gave a small nod, the lines of his face still tight and his fingers clenched in a fist. "I love you, Dare. More than anyone. Ever."
"You seem to be regretting a lot of things lately, Cass. Maybe stop being a colossal cunt-plug in the first place, and you won't need to live with so many regrets." I held the key out to him, indicating that I didn't want it. "Take your guilt gift, and shove it up your tight ass, Cassiel Saint. I have no interest in being bought."
The path back into my good graces was going to be paved with broken glass and jagged rocks.
Madison Kate must be a fucking saint to willingly commit her life to three meathead men; I'd probably rather become a celibate nun than inflict self-torture like that.
