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In a world of illegal street races, underground deals, and dangerous men, Willow is a reckless, sharp-tongued biker girl with nothing to lose and everything to prove. New to the city, broke as hell, and running from ghosts she won't talk about, the only thing she trusts is the throttle under her grip and the bike between her legs. When a late-night street race puts her face to face with Morana a ruthless, cold-blooded mafia boss who controls the underground racing scene a collision course is set. He's power, danger, and obsession wrapped in a suit. She's defiance, fire, and attitude wrapped in leather. Neither of them plays nice. Both of them have secrets. And in a world where trust gets you killed and desire is just another weapon, they're about to find out what happens when silk meets flame. Fast bikes. Dirty money. Savage lust. This isn't a love story. It's a war.

He doesn't fall in love. He takes. He marks. He owns. And she walked into his world like she was ready to be ruined. Roshan is a man made of shadows-dangerous, untouchable, and feared by all who whisper his name. Power follows him. Lust obeys him. And love? It's the one thing he's never allowed to exist in his world. Until her. She's temptation wrapped in innocence. A wildfire behind soft eyes. And the moment she looked at him with that quiet defiance-Roshan knew she was already his. She doesn't belong in his world of obsession, control, and sinful pleasure. But she came looking for something. And he's going to give it to her... slowly, completely, and without mercy. She says she won't break. He whispers promises that she will- On her knees. In his bed. Moaning his name like a prayer to the devil. Because there's only one rule in Roshan's world: Once he touches you, you don't walk away clean. You don't walk away at all. "Sin in Her Eyes" is a dark, possessive, and intensely seductive romance told from the male perspective. For readers who crave dominant anti-heroes, forbidden desire, and a love story born in shadows.

He came back to me ruined. But not by heartbreak... by love. When my childhood best friend Luca showed up at my door after disappearing for years, I thought he needed a place to stay. A friend to lean on. A soft bed and a warmer home. But he insisted on sleeping close. First on the floor. Then beside my bed. Then with his hand wrapped in mine like he'd die if he let go. And I let him. God, I let him. Until the night I pulled away-and something in him cracked open. He overheard my parents arranging a date for me. And the boy I knew became the man he always hid underneath: Cold. Jealous. Devoted. Unhinged. He looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. "Aria, you're not going anywhere. You're the only girl I've ever loved. I came back for you. I already told our parents. Now I just need to make sure you stay mine." I thought he needed saving. Turns out he came back to claim me. And I don't know which part scares me more-the way he loves me... ...or the way I'm starting to love him back.

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