Description
To be free, she must first be his slave.
I know he's trouble. The way he made me scream his name over and over again told me as much.
But he's still a monster. A criminal, and something so much worse.
So why can't I stop the tingling in my body every time I think of how he touched me?
My father made a deal with the mafia, and now I have to pay the price.
My only chance for survival is Ivan, the dangerous man I can't get out of my head since our blisteringly hot one-night stand.
The cost? My servitude, for one year.
What other choice do I have?
For the next year, I'm the property of Ivan Dragomirov, Hitman for the Russian Mafia.
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Teaser:
It's been so long since I've let myself just have fun. In the back of my mind, I remember one more time that I'm barely scraping by, Dad's old debts are due soon, not to mention the protection money, and this place can't exactly watch itself.
Then I tell that part of my mind to take a night off.
Soon I'm grinding into the guy, the freeing atmosphere of the night urging me to enjoy this stranger's body, and as my wide eyes meet his, I realize he's been daring me into this from the moment he walked in.
It's in his moves as well as his gaze. He's always stepping to the side, a hand teasing at mine to follow, not just pulling me around but hinting for me to let him take the lead. With every moment that passes in the deafening music, I realize I want that more than anything else right now.
His eyes keep flitting to the exit with a meaningful look. I know exactly what he's hinting at, but my playful smile keeps him from thinking I'll go so easily.
By the time the song comes to a close, my backside is pressing into his front, and I feel powerful arms wrapping around me, those luscious lips whispering into my ear now that I can hear him speak.
"For someone so tense, you're in tune with your body. That's a rare pairing."
"I was about to say the same," I answer, exposing my neck to him and letting his cheek brush against it.
"So," he adds, hands moving down my sides to rest on my hips, and I can feel the desire in them. "The question is: are you willing to listen to what your body wants?"
I turn my head just enough for my gaze to catch his, and I bite my lip, a sparkle of my own in my eyes as I let the question linger in the air between us for a moment longer.