She was hired to care for his children, not capture his heart. Imani Blake thought she was just a temporary babysitter-just a curvy, quiet 22-year-old doing her job and staying out of trouble. She didn't expect her boss to be Massimo Rossetti, the cold, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous head of the Italian mafia. He didn't want a babysitter. He didn't want her smile, her softness, or the way she made his broken sons laugh. And he definitely didn't want to feel something for her. But some things-like fate, lust, and love-can't be controlled. And once Massimo decides Imani is his, nothing and no one-not her innocence, not her fear, not the blood in his world-can stop him from claiming her. Even if it means war Teaser: Watching her try to move was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen. She lifted her hips awkwardly, dropped down with a soft moan. I groaned, tightening my grip. "Just like that. Keep going." Her hands clutched my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her movements were unsure-slow, stuttering, but so goddamn raw. Pure. And then she found the right angle. She gasped. "Oh-right there," she whimpered. "There?" I asked, thrusting up a little. "You mean here?" She screamed. Fuck. I did it again. Her thighs shook. "You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered against her mouth. "I-I don't know," she cried out. And then- Her body jerked, legs trembling as she squirted all over me. Eyes wide, mouth open in shock. "Oh my God," she gasped, covering her face. She tried to pull away. "Did I just-?" "Yes," I growled, flipping her onto her back. "And you're gonna do it again."

Trust is a weapon, betrayal the price. Pearl and Travis, locked in a battle of wills, once more. In a world where loyalty is currency and treachery the cost, who will truly wield the power? A broken bond, tested by deception-who will stand, and who will fall?" ➯ "I was running from danger. Kidnapping me, Travis? Very classic," I spat, rage curling hot in my chest. My fingers found the vase beside me - smooth, cold, heavy - and I didn't hesitate. I swung hard. He ducked just in time, but not fast enough. The glass sliced across his cheek, a ribbon of red blooming below his eye. He didn't even flinch. "You were covered in blood," he growled, voice cracking at the edge. "You died." "And you expect me to believe you saved me?!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest box and hurling it at him. It crashed into his shoulder with a dull thud, and this time - he stopped. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable, a storm swelling beneath silver. Blood welled slowly beneath the cut, trailing down his face like a single crimson tear. I stood there panting, chest heaving, the next object clenched in my fist like it was the only thing tethering me to control. If he took one more step, I'd throw it. I swore I would. Then - his voice came, low, almost a whisper. Not to me. Not really. "How do you... always seem to unravel everything?" "Get lost, Travis!" "You're in danger" he said breathlessly, raking his hand through his hair. "And when was your help ever needed?!" "You do not know what you're doing!" He yelled. "I guess things never change. We will always be screaming at each other's face but you wanna know the difference... I do not give a fuck about you, Travis!" He let out a breath, raking his hair. "Is your empire slipping? It's all crumbling, right? But guess what...this is just the fucking beginning!" He turned away, his hands still in his hair. "Your little charade, doesn't change shit! You should have let me die!" "I should have"

Charlotte Hayes an average teenage girl living a normal life in Seattle had her life dictated for her, when she had to move to NYC and start a new life with the Parkers. *** "What about me? What about me when you leave?" I asked. "Char-" "No, I get it, okay? I get it. You'll be okay, you'll be fine but what about me?" My voice was getting raspy from all the yelling. "... So don't do it for yourself, do it for me. Please Carson! Please do this for me. Because if you die..." I choked in some tears. "... You have to do this for me or I'll never be able to forgive you" "For dying?" "No! For making me love you! " *********