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She was hired to care for his children, not capture his heart.
Imani Blake thought she was just a temporary babysitter-just a curvy, quiet 22-year-old doing her job and staying out of trouble. She didn't expect her boss to be Massimo Rossetti, the cold, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous head of the Italian mafia.
He didn't want a babysitter.
He didn't want her smile, her softness, or the way she made his broken sons laugh.
And he definitely didn't want to feel something for her.
But some things-like fate, lust, and love-can't be controlled.
And once Massimo decides Imani is his, nothing and no one-not her innocence, not her fear, not the blood in his world-can stop him from claiming her.
Even if it means war
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Watching her try to move was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen.
She lifted her hips awkwardly, dropped down with a soft moan.
I groaned, tightening my grip.
"Just like that. Keep going."
Her hands clutched my chest, nails digging into my skin.
Her movements were unsure-slow, stuttering, but so goddamn raw. Pure.
And then she found the right angle.
She gasped.
"Oh-right there," she whimpered.
"There?" I asked, thrusting up a little. "You mean here?"
She screamed.
Fuck.
I did it again.
Her thighs shook.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered against her mouth.
"I-I don't know," she cried out.
And then-
Her body jerked, legs trembling as she squirted all over me.
Eyes wide, mouth open in shock.
"Oh my God," she gasped, covering her face.
She tried to pull away.
"Did I just-?"
"Yes," I growled, flipping her onto her back. "And you're gonna do it again."
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