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295 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 1, 2025
“You’re mine to fuck and mine to kill. No one touches you but me.”
“Don’t threaten people in my club, Dominic.” His lips peel back from his teeth. “Don’t put them in danger, Rafael.” “Why should they be in danger?” “Because they’re touching what’s mine.”
“You need me to fuck you up, Angel?”
It’s strange how it feels like freedom and safety at the same time. It feels, I guess, like love.
I just hold that glare until his anger fades to reveal the truth. He feels really fucking vulnerable. I didn’t hurt him with the rough fucking, but I could hurt him now.
I find that I don’t want to.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" Dominic whispers across the table.
He's psychotic. Murderous. Whorish. If I could love anyone, it would be him.
He’s angry that he wants me. He’s even angrier, perhaps, that I know it.
My eyes watch his throat as he swallows. He picks up his wine. Eyes flicking to me over the rim of it, he says in a dark, commanding voice, “Eat, Rafael.” I obey him. I think I would obey anything he said in that voice.
“Don’t threaten people in my club, Dominic.” His lips peel back from his teeth. “Don’t put them in danger, Rafael.” “Why should they be in danger?” “Because they’re touching what’s mine.”
“Are you always so jealous?” I ask. “Only when something matters to me.” I frown. “And why should I matter to you?” “I want you. I need you.” I know he just means sex, but it pries into me anyway.
All the men always wanted him at the Island. Angel, they called him. He’s hardly that. He’s psychotic. Murderous. Whorish. If I could love anyone, it would be him.
You’re going to let me do this.” His eyebrows draw low as he glares at me. I just hold that glare until his anger fades to reveal the truth. He feels really fucking vulnerable. I didn’t hurt him with the rough fucking, but I could hurt him now. I find that I don’t want to.
He needs me. I know that he does. The thing is … I might need him too.
It doesn’t change the fact that he’s vicious. Sadistic. Full of rage. He likes hurting me. He likes fucking me like he hates me. Thank god. I don’t want that to ever stop. I love it. I need it. But this … Maybe I need this too—and that’s far more terrifying than having him string me up and point a gun at me.
I don’t think I could handle this moment with anyone but him. I don’t think I could let anyone but him see me this vulnerable. It’s strange how it feels like freedom and safety at the same time. It feels, I guess, like love.
“You’re gonna come, you dirty fucking boy. You’re gonna show me how you shoot all over yourself because you love my cock in your ass.”
“Don’t threaten people in my club, Dominic.”
His lips peel back from his teeth. “Don’t put them in danger, Rafael.”
“Why should they be in danger?”
“Because they’re touching what’s mine.”
The top kisses the bottom, whose hand clenches on my thigh. The top breaks the kiss to look at me. He’s studying me quite appreciatively, though his hand is on the bottom’s chest.