The Doctor and His Girl

The Doctor and His Girl

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"You're playing a dangerous game, dolcezza," Michael murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Testing me. Pushing me. Tell me-" He traced the line of her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse. "Do you really think you can win?"

She clenched her jaw, refusing to be a pawn in his world, even as heat coiled low in her stomach. "Maybe I just like watching you get frustrated."

The corner of his mouth twitched-a half-smirk, half-sinister amusement. "Oh, tesoro, frustration isn't what you should worry about."

He tightened his grip just enough to tilt her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his. Dark, consuming eyes bore into hers. It wasn't just attraction. It was possession. Control. The promise of ruin wrapped in the silk of his voice.

She pushed hard against his chest, but he didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in, lips grazing her ear. "You fight so hard," he mused, his free hand ghosting down her waist before gripping her hip, possessive. "But we both know how this ends."

"You're so sure of yourself." She let out a sharp breath, fingers curling into his shirt. "Maybe you're wrong."

His chuckle was dark, mocking. "Am I?"

And then, he kissed her.

Michael - The mafia's trusted doctor, the puppet master of life and death. Feared for his skills, respected for his connections, and dangerous as hell when it comes to taking risks-both in surgery and in sin. Once you're under him, there's no escape.

Sabrina - A Sicilian-American scarred by betrayal. Drowning demons in liquor and burying them in her studies-until psychology drags her back into darkness. Twisting minds. Breaking people. And ultimately, breaking herself.

She was supposed to understand minds, not lose hers to him. But when the mafia's doctor recruits her as his psychological weapon, their worlds collide. Lust and power. Control and surrender. A sickness, a craving, a fucking ruin.