He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surpr...
•"Looking into his eyes was like looking into the ocean, beautiful and bright yet full of danger...I felt like I was swimming with sharks. Exciting yet terrifying, the warmth of his breath upon my cold tired skin sent shocks of electricity down my spine. His tender kiss under the blanket of midnight stars made me forg...
Drugs, guns, sex, and of course, Italian mafia. The family business held secrets that she never knew about and never really cared about. Until she met him. She can't help but fear him, and he can't help but care for her. "Say you're mine, inamorata. Say you're my sweetheart, my inamorata." Inamorata: a woman with whom...
He takes his other hand putting my hair behind my ear. Why is he doing this? He slowly brings his lips to my ear. I can feel his lips barely touching the top of my ear making me suck in a sharp breath. "I like knowing you're scared of me" He whispers. His breath hits my ear and fans out to my neck. I shiver at his wo...
It is a well-established fact amongst those who lurk the criminal underworld that love is nothing more than a weakness. It is a weakness that those who want to destroy you will take advantage of in order to bring you down to your knees in the dirt at their feet, with the barrels of their guns pressed against the skin...