Virtuous Lies (Lies of the Underworld, #1)

by Haley Jenner

Vincent Ferrari is not a kind man. He’s a monster.

“I’m sure at least one of your orifices retains its

virginal status. I’ll take pleasure in deflowering that.”

I didn’t kiss you, dolcezza, because I wasn’t

“It makes me murderous,” he hums. “How do I make sure they don’t think of you like that? How do I ensure you exist only in my fantasies?”

“Such a good girl,” he praises, his large hand cupping my cheek when I reach him. “You want to please me, don’t you, wife?”

“My whore.” He vibrates with need and appreciation. “To please. To fuck. To touch. To use.”

“Be a good little whore and come and sit on my lap.”

“You’re my undoing,” he whispers, low enough that Lorenzo can’t hear. And you’re my peace.

he’s Vinnie. Possessive and controlling and seductive and giving. It’s obvious that he wants to own me, and for the first time in my life, being a possession doesn’t seem so enslaving. It’s freeing. This man before me seemingly wants parts of me even I never knew existed.

“You're crazy and obsessive, and it turns my dick to stone.”

“I want to kill at least five men in this restaurant alone that have looked at you for a second longer than they should be allowed.”

He shakes his head. “I love

“Sei il mio universo,” he declares. You’re my universe. “Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata.” You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

my wife is the fucking sun.