Series: Sinfully Savage #4
Publication date: May 26th, 2021
Synopsis:
The taste of revenge is nothing compared to the taste of him...
Dante Villani is every bit his name... a raging, blazing inferno who consumes everything in his path.
He's dark, dangerous, and delicious... a sexy as hell contract killer for the powerful and ruthless Villani family.
And the man I was sent to destroy.
Not that I knew it when he had me pinned up against the wall of that nightclub with his sinful body and electric touch.
A second chance encounter with my forbidden target has me obsessed... and hungry for more of his devious tongue and savage touch.
My hatred for what he did to my family runs deep, but my growing desire for Dante blurs the line between love and loyalty.
I'm drowning in pent-up desire with no lifeline in sight.
But the course is set.
He must die.
Unless my insta-lust kills me first.
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Excerpt
"We don't have anything to work on!" I push past him, not intending to give him the satisfaction of eating a single morsel of his food after that stunt. "Now, if you'll please fuck off, I'm going back to bed!"
He captures my waist with his thick, muscled arm, pulling me backward. "Why? You're afraid I might expose you?"
My heart stills. "What in the fresh hell is that supposed to mean?"
His breath is hot against my ear. "You're afraid I'll let my brother and sister-in-law know that you like to drop your clothes in front of windows? That you pretend to be horrified when you find out you were watched but that you secretly love knowing someone's eyes are on you, caressing every curve of your body?"
Oh God...
Tingles shoot through my core as his grip on me tightens.
"You felt me," he whispers. "You know you did."
I nod. "Yes," I rasp.
"What would you have done if you saw me watching you, Anya? Would you have climbed on top of me? Rubbed that pussy against my hard cock?" His hand travels up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair.
What kind of assassin gets sidetracked by cock? Huh?
Well, evidently, this one does.
I let out a tiny whimper as he tugs my hair, forcing my head backward.
"Now why don't you tell me what you're really hungry for?" he grunts, spinning me around and lifting my body into his strong arms. "Because you may have thought it was food you wanted, but..." He pushes aside my panties and slides his fingers into my pussy, balancing me in one arm. "Your body tells me it had something else in mind. Something hot, something dirty, and something very fucking bad."
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling romance author and coach with a penchant for stilettos, kickboxing, and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who loves steamy, sexy, and suspense-filled stories, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. Pun intended...
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