Yours to Ruin
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture2h 16m
Dernière publication mer., mars 26, 2025
I felt my breath hitch as my back hit the wall, but I was too lost in the ocean of his dark, stormy eyes to think rationally.
"Why don't you stay away from me... I don't want to be the monster that steals all your light away, bellissima. I don't want to ruin you."
His voice was deep, husky, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, his gaze flickering from my eyes to my lips.
But he didn't scare me. He never did.
"But I want to be yours. Yours to ruin, Silas." My voice was soft, but my words were a promise. I rested my palm on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my touch. His eyes shut tight, his jaw clenched as he took a shuddering breath.
"Dio, Bella... you're killing me." And then his lips crashed onto mine, his hands roaming my body, claiming me as his.
Finally.
-.-.-
Silas Moretti. Don of the most dangerous Italian mafia. Cold, ruthless-a monster bound for hell. For years, he's had his eyes set on Aurelia Martínez-his best friend's little sister. Sweet, young, innocent. An angel destined for heaven. She was his drop of holy water in a life drenched in blood. And he? He was her drop of sin, tempting her into darkness. He kept his distance, convincing himself it was for her own good. But when fate ties them together in an arranged marriage, there's no running anymore.
Because now? She's his. His to ruin.
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