Dante (Chicago Ruthless, #1)

by Sadie Kincaid

Holy fuckballs, Leo. What have you done? Dante Moretti is Mafia. He is THE Mafia.

Maybe I should just fuck her and get it over with. Get her out of my head so I can focus. Except that I don’t want to simply take Kat; I want to own every single part of her. And the worst of it is, I have absolutely no idea why.

I’d picture Henry Cavill or Chris Hemsworth.

SAME GIRL. SAME.

“Of course. I forgot you’re the devil,” she purrs. I look up at her, my face inches from hers as she narrows her dark blue eyes at me. “Your devil, Kat.” Taking hold of her hands, I lace my fingers through hers and pin them above her head. “But if you hold still and wrap those legs around my waist, I’ll take you to see that other guy too.”

And I oop 🫠

“I don’t want space. I want you,”

“Every single part of you is perfect, vita mia,” he says between kisses. “Every single part of you already belongs to me. So you can let go my little wildcat, because I’ve already got you.”

“To Kat, my best friend. My wife. The woman who made me a father. Vita mia. Sei la cosa più bella che mi sia mai capitata .”