Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(55)

They say I’m a hard man. Rough. Dirty. Bad. I have a reputation and it sure as f**k isn’t a good one.



None of that matters when she walks back into my life.



Sadie was my high school sweetheart, a nice girl from a loving family. She was too good for me to resist.

But I knew it wouldn’t last.

I couldn’t let her get dragged down by a low life like me. When she moved across the country, I had to let her go.



Ten years later and now she’s back. I couldn’t resist her then and I sure as f**k can’t resist her now. I know she remembers how I made her body feel when we were teenagers, and she’ll definitely never forget what I can do as a man.



The only problem is, she’s the attorney assigned to prosecute the Russian mob, and I’m the hired killer tasked with taking her out.



I’m going to go through hell to get her, and I’m going to make damn sure I keep her.



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Bend over, sweetheart.

I’m good at two things: rough sex and brutal violence, and I don’t know which one I love more.

That’s why the mafia give me a prize -- the sweet and innocent Jodie Walsh. I helped destroy her family, and now she’s mine to use however I want.

Too bad she’s more like a burden. I never wanted some good girl slowing me down, but I have no choice.

My bosses want her down on her knees, obeying my every command, and I can’t deny that I want the same. Her gorgeous body and soft moans make me want to give her more.

I’m supposed to hand her back when I’m finished, but her curves are too tempting and the way she looks at me, her lips parted with lust, drives me f**king insane.

I’ll teach her to submit and she’ll learn to love it. She’ll beg for it when this is all over.

And when they try to take her away?

I’ll kill them all.

She’ll bend, and I’ll break.

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Bastard’s Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance





Prologue





The lights were down low in the club when I first saw her.

She was shaking her ass like there was no f*cking tomorrow. She looked across the crowded room at me, and I felt my cock stiffen as she smiled.

I couldn’t stop myself. I made my way across the crowd, pressed myself against her, and let her grind herself against me.

She was just another club slut that night. I didn’t know her from anywhere else. The only thing I saw was a tight dress, long, thick hair, and a full ass that kept moving for hours.

“What’s your name?” I whispered in her ear.

“No names tonight,” she said.

I grinned at her. “Even better.”

We danced for hours together like that, sweating, bodies pressed close, practically f*cking on the dance floor. I was basically tearing through my f*cking pants, hard as all hell, by the time the club was closing.

Back in the cab, I whispered in her ear. “I want to see how soaked that * is. I want to see if that ass can shake on my big cock.”

She smiled, and as soon as we got into my apartment, she proved that her hips were good for more than just dancing.

She took my cock like a pro, sliding her tight * down along my shaft. The way she threw her head back, moaning loudly as I pressed myself deeper and deeper, drove me insane.

Those moans haunted me for months afterward.

I worked her body, hard and fast, making her beg for what she wanted. I wanted her to say my name, over and over, but we weren’t using names that night.

No, we were just pure animals f*cking because we were young and beautiful.

There had been plenty of women before her, but none lived up to her. My nameless girl, the one with the perfect mouth, round, firm tits, and an ass that rode my dick like she couldn’t get enough.

And then in the morning, after hours of sweating and f*cking and moaning, she was gone.

My cock still hummed with the pleasure from her perfect, tight cunt. It drove me wild lying in bed and remembering what she did.

I never knew her name, never found it out. Not that night, at least. One night was all we had, or so I thought.

My nameless girl. I never stopped thinking about her, not once.

I never slowed down, either. When you worked for the mob, you didn’t have time to wonder what if. I was too busy with my gun, running my crew, working my way up through the ranks to try to find this nameless girl.

There were plenty of other club sluts out there in the world, and I had my taste of all of them.

Blood, money, and *. That was all I knew and all that I needed in my life. I was aiming to take over the city one day, and nothing could stop me or get in my way.

And months later when she showed up at my door again, a crying bundle in her arms, I still couldn’t forget that night.





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Kaley





“He’s so cute!”

I smiled at Sophie. “Yeah, I know.” I took another picture of little Alexei, nestled in his crib, and sighed. “But Dad is still pissed.”