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October 12 - October 12, 2025
“He was eyeing something up that doesn’t belong to him.”
No man has ever made me as…dizzy as Raphael Visconti does, but that doesn’t mean I’m suddenly his.
“I don’t belong to you, either.”
“So I can fuck you, Penelope. Why else?”
And Raphael Visconti in all of his sinful glory, is scary as fuck.
I know I won’t survive it.
“They tailor made you to my liking, Queenie,” he murmurs. Then his tone sours. “Of course they fucking did.”
“You eat burgers, although you know they’re bad for you. It’s the same thing, Queenie. You’re bad for me—” his stare carves a hot path down the front of my hoodie-clad chest, lands on the hemline, then he licks his lips “—but I still want to eat you.”
I meet it with a perfect smile. “Lucky.” She frowns. “What?” “That’s your safe word, Penelope. I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
“Good girl,” I mutter against her pulse, sliding my hand between her legs. “You’re such a good girl when you beg.”
I used to think he’d turned into a simp, but fuck, I’m starting to understand that feeling now.
“Call another woman darling again, and she’ll die crossing the road.”
“Good girl,” he whispers against my mouth when I moan. “Let me hear it again.”
“My Queen of Hearts,” he rasps in fascination, more to himself than to me. “My beautiful demise.”
now I look like the girl I always swore I’d never be. Vulnerable. Used. Stupid enough to get played by a fucking man. I’m an ungraceful winner, sure, but I’m an even worse loser.
Penny was right. Love is a fucking trap. Not because you’re lured in by lies and shackled by deception, but because once you’re in these damn restraints and your captor walks away with the key, you’re fucking stuck here forever.
“You must have really liked her to give her the watch Mama gave you when you opened Lucky Cat.” I’m too distracted. Can barely hear him over the pounding in my ears. “I didn’t give it to her; she won it.” “Did she win Mama’s necklace, too?” My gaze slides down from the rotting beam to his. “What?” “The four-leaf clover necklace. Did she win that off you too?”
“Just tell me I have a chance, Queenie.” His thumb skims over my pulse. “That’s all I need to know.”
“You’d be stupid to mistake my obsession with you as me being a limp-dick little bitch, Queenie. I’ll play your games and jump through all your hoops until you blow the whistle on full-time.
But what I won’t do is tolerate you mentioning another man, hypothetical or otherwise.” When I glance up, I notice the white puffs of condensation leaving her lips have ceased. “Do I make myself clear?”
My girl’s only been gone a few hours, but I’m already itching to see her. Feel her. Fucking kiss her. Christ, I’ll even settle for staring at her like a simp from across the room at this rate.
My heart has caught fire, and I’m in love with the Queen who lit the match.
