Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I, Joey Moretti—a one hundred percent card-carrying feminist—would gladly drop to my knees and crawl to this man if he told me to.

She’s the one woman I can’t have and the one woman I want more than any other.

“One of these days, you’re going to regret rolling those eyes at me, Joey,”

I’ll go straight to hell for even touching her, but I can’t shake off the belief that is burned into my mind—into my soul. Joey Moretti is mine. She has always been mine.

She will never do this with anyone but me. Never. Joey Moretti is mine. All fucking mine.

“Damn right, baby girl, because you’re mine. I warned you that my kind of love wasn’t what you were looking for, but you went after it anyway. And now that you got it, it’s not the kind you can escape.”

She shrugs. “Well, what can I say? I’m a ray of freaking sunshine.” “You’re the whole fucking sun, baby girl.” I kiss her again.

“You’re a monster.” “A monster who would do anything to make you happy, Joey. Never forget that.” My body tingles with electric anticipation. “Anything?” “Anything,” he growls, placing soft kisses along the column of my neck as he slips his hand over my hip and between my thighs. He presses the pad of his pointer finger over my clit, rubbing firmly. “I would kill any man who dares to even look at you. I’ll burn this entire world to keep you safe, baby girl. I’d fucking die for you. But for now, how about I just take care of you?” “Mmm, yes please.”