R4iquill
She wasn't supposed to exist for him. A girl in a lineup meant for other men, priced, traded, disposable. The mafia king wasn't even there to buy. He shouldn't have noticed her.
But he did.
One glance. One heartbeat. One decision-and she became his. Not by choice, not by chance, but by a hunger that was ruthless, unrelenting, and all-consuming. He doesn't love her-he owns her. Every look, every touch, every whispered command is a reminder: she belongs to him, body and soul.
The world she knew is gone. Every man who thinks he can approach her dies under his shadow-or worse, under his obsession. Loving him is impossible. Leaving him is unimaginable. Because the mafia king doesn't forgive, doesn't let go, and doesn't tolerate anyone or anything that threatens what he's claimed.
She should fear him. She should hate him. And yet... she can't stop needing him.