A Russian kingpin wants her dead… the only one who can stop it is the man sent to murder her.
Toni Flores loved her dream job working for a respected US senator until he raped her. She’s determined to bring him to justice, no matter the cost.
For years, Dimitri Valesky, head of a Russian crime family in America, has bought off those in government. Just like the senator responsible for Toni’s assault. When she won’t keep quiet about it and risks Dimitri’s business, he orders his stepson Michael to kill her.
Michael’s a lobbyist not a mafia enforcer. He refuses the insane demand, but Dimitri insists. The power he holds over Michael and his brothers is absolute… or so he believes.
Rather than murder Toni, Michael intends to romance her. Once he convinces her to keep quiet about the Senator, she won’t be a target any longer and Dimitri will back off on the hit. The plan falls apart and now they are dodging mafia enforcers, bullets, and Dimitri’s outrage.
Michael and Toni fight to stay alive and save those dearest to them as they also fall hopelessly in love.
This is book one in the Valesky Crime Family series and has an HEA.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary dark mafia romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, adult themes, and possible triggers for some readers.
Instantly, he’s in command, his hold tight on my wrists, his face all business. “Stop it. You’ll accept what I give when I give it. You won’t expect it a moment before I decide. Understand?”
His strength, heat, and intensity thickens my blood. Unable to speak, I nod, my excitement off the charts.
After viewing me at his leisure then kissing parts he forgot and tonguing others for a second time, he positions himself between my legs, his gaze pinning me.
I don’t dare look away. Even if I could, I wouldn’t want that.
In one powerful and assured thrust, he enters me, his size forcing my cunt to accommodate him. I gasp at his prowess and my willing helplessness. He rears back slightly then plunges further, as far as possible, our curls touching, his balls smacking my ass.
Trembling at being so filled and delightfully used, I accept him without reservation and squeeze my pussy around his dick.
His head falls forward. He pulls in his shoulders, his breathing tattered and coming in spurts.
I squeeze his cock harder, holding it within me, refusing to let go.
His nostrils flare on a ragged breath. He arches one dark eyebrow and looks at me.
If he’s expecting an apology, he’s shit out of luck. I’m enjoying my female power too much. Not that it means I won’t surrender again… when I’m ready. Which isn’t now.
A displeased sound quivers his chest. He dips us slightly to the side, exposing my butt cheek, which he paddles harder than earlier.
I relax my pussy around his dick. He gave me what I wanted, it’s only fair I do the same with him.
His kiss tells me I’m forgiven… until next time. I’ll make certain that happens, his discipline is fun not scary, satisfying rather than painful.
He pumps slowly, his skill unmatched, born from experience and the connection already forged between us. Each withdrawal and entry readies me for what’s to come.
Eyes locked, we drink each other in.