I hunt monsters for headlines. Ruthless kingpins who devour cities whole. Truth is my weapon, isolation my price. I never dreamed I'd become the prey.
Rain hammered the penthouse windows that night, Manhattan's skyline a smeared blur of greed and light. He dragged me there after I got too close, his grip like forged steel on my wrist. Pinned against the cold glass, sweat beading on my skin, I spat curses. He just laughed, low and dark, his mouth claiming my throat with teeth that bit just hard enough to draw a gasp. A pistol's shadow fell across us, turning hate into something sharper, hungrier.
I clutched that leather-bound ledger in trembling fingers, candle flames dancing like secrets begging to spill. It held everything-his empire's bloody veins. But his eyes stripped me bare first. Defiance cracked under his touch, my snarls melting into pleas I never voiced. He took me there on the floor, body bending to his will, pleasure laced with pain like velvet over thorns. I told myself it was survival. Lies. I chased the ruin.
Every command brands me deeper. My notes scatter, my bylines fade, sanity frays at the edges. Freedom? A joke when his voice alone knots my core. He's the predator I was born to expose, the salvation I refuse to need. Yet here I am, marked and craving more.
Fight him, and lose myself. Yield, and betray everything I am. But walking away? That might break me worst.
A full-length dark mafia possession erotic romance featuring a defiant truth-seeker and a ruthless predator.
