The Night He Owned Me
Lindsay
"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now."
I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself.
I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior.
"One night," I told myself, "just one night."
But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did.
By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut.
The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city.
And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down.
"You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise.
And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right.
But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?
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