Author: Nicole Snow
Series: Bad Boy Mafia #1
Publisher: Ice Lips Press
Release Date: February 4, 2015
Genre: Dark Romance
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LOVE RECKLESSLY. WITHOUT MERCY, WITHOUT SENSE, BUT NEVER WITHOUT HEART...
He was supposed to be my big break – not my total breakdown. Interviewing Anton Ivankov, the infamous kingpin, was my chance to outrun my broken past. I came ready, determined, but nothing truly could've prepared me for him.
Anton wasn't supposed to be so damned handsome. He wasn't supposed to have a heart. And he definitely wasn't supposed to make me a pawn in his prison break.
Now, he's making me question everything I've ever known, replacing common sense with raw desire. Can I escape before he's done playing wrecking ball – or will this mad need to leap into his bed ruin me forever?
I never knew looks could blindside a man until I saw her. Sabrina was destined to be my ticket outta this hellhole and a secret weapon in our street war.
Except I'm not working for family fortune anymore. Every time we touch, it's lightning, dangerous and divine.
Hurricane Sabrina's blinding me to the mission. Her twisted uncle needs to pay big time, but she's got me so distracted I can barely think. I'll kill for this girl, anything to hear her beg for one dirty, reckless, unforgettable night.
Good thing I never fail. I'll do whatever it takes to finish this war and end this Romeo and Juliet crap for good. The only happy ending here is making sure her panties, her heart, her everything are mine, and I'm gonna have it all. I always do.
Vengeance wasn’t supposed to be this easy. Neither was a second crack at fuckface Gioulio.
I grinned, slapping my stress ball from one hand to the next. It was my fifth ball in the last six months I’d gotten trading petty shit with different fractions, something to keep the bones in my hands strong and my mind happy. Came in handy when the urge to grab some fuck by the throat and squeeze him ’til his head popped off got too strong.
And when I wanted to fuck? It was a godsend. Tonight, the little ball was my faceless angel, crushed in one hand and then the next, back and forth, long after my knuckles went numb.
Sabrina looked far hotter than the daughter of my sworn enemies had any business being. Or maybe my brain automatically saw a perfect ten because she was a Ligiotti. The hourglass hips, big ripe tits, and hazel eyes beneath her raven hair just completed the ensemble.
Perfect ten. Perfect tease. Perfect for me to fuck one day when I got outta here.
Christ, it was gonna be a fuck to remember too. I’d start an earthquake right in the middle of goddamned Midwest when my hips went to work on her. I hoped to hell she’d cling onto me and take it like a slut, ride the seething volcano of testosterone pent up for way too fucking long.
If she didn’t? Tough. Shit.
Nothing was gonna stop these fists from hammering their way outta this hellhole. And a few smooth caresses sure as hell wasn’t stopping my dick the instant it was pressed up against soft, wet female flesh.
I almost popped the stress ball like a fat water balloon, thinking of all the ways I’d dig my fingers into her ass while I slammed into her cunt, showing her Ivankov’s fuck hard, long, and honest…