Deadly Saints [18+]

Deadly Saints [18+]

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(Saints series #1) "I have never met such cunning woman as you. A standing ovation for your unparalleled skill in pushing every fucking button of mine and raising my blood pressure. If I die because of heart disease, it wouldn't be because of my family history but rather your antics." • • • Isadora Xara became fascinated with the lifestyle, the life or death kind. Her routine didn't spark excitement, until she joined Cherry Pop. The wealthy and powerful Russian Mafia Boss Diavolo Tchenkov, the most desired bachelor in the underworld. Everyone feared him, the devil himself. Diavolo has a plan, create the ultimate weapon and Isadora is the object. What he didn't plan on is her complete lack of respect for him, defiance, annoyance, sassy attitude and cold heart. Everything about her frustrates him that he battles on whether to kill her or fuck her. Two cold hearted killers, a war and emotions they didn't want. [18+] Mature Content Highest ranking Ranked #1 - assassin Ranked #1 - dangerous Ranked #1 - femmefatale Ranked #1 - girlboss Ranked #1 - girlpower Ranked #1 - mafia Ranked #1 - russian Ranked #1 - seductress Ranked #1 - temptress Ranked #2 - badass Ranked #2 - badgirl Ranked #2 - spicy Ranked #3 - crime Ranked #15 - tension
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He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

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