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fall in love with the wrong men. Which is why I’m on my knees with my best friend’s father’s cock shoved down my throat. The man who also happens to be the head of a Mafia family. You might think you know me, but I promise, you have no idea. I’m Natalia Carprio—the woman who fell in love with two dangerous men and started a war.
Each dress is sexy, designer, and black. As if the monster wants me to match the color of his soul.
“Wrong, sweet Natalia. No one else can kill my wife. No one said anything about me.”
“Hard pass on the sugar daddy offer. I need you to keep me alive, not support me financially.”
“I got down on two knees for you last night,” Cristian replies smugly. “I’d say that’s worthier.”
My heart races, and I can’t seem to break our eye contact. I match his penetrating stare, our eyes burning with desire. In one way, this is disturbing as hell. In another, it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. For a man to defend my honor like this. Maybe that makes me just as fucked up, but it also makes me horny as hell.
A man like me doesn’t have weaknesses. But today, I showed one—Natalia.
She’s nothing but a pawn. Never give a fuck about your collateral.
“Make no mistake, sweet Natalia, I love my cock inside you.” He snags my hand and licks my ring finger, sucking it into his mouth. “That ring doesn’t leave your finger again.”
Nothing will ever be as sweet as Natalia. She’s ruined me for any other woman. I’m so fucked. My sacrifice is becoming harder to give up.
“Choose something for our home. The queen needs to add her special touch to our castle.”
I circle my arms around his neck. “What am I now?” “My weakness,” he answers in seconds.
“Being someone’s weakness isn’t always bad, sweetheart. You being my weakness proves that no matter how hard I fight, I want you. I need you. There’d be no stopping my need for you, even if I killed myself trying. When I wake up in the morning, you’re my first thought. Not my business, or trouble, or who I need to kill. It’s you.”
“It means, sweet Natalia, that even though you’ve done nothing but create chaos in my world, within that chaos, you’ve stolen my soul with those delicate yet reckless hands of yours.” He slides his hand out to lace our fingers together before pressing them against his chest, over his heart. “As long as this black heart of mine beats, it is yours.” He releases a low chuckle. “And quite frankly, you might be the only person who can handle me.”
