midnightrom4nce
Safine Volkova is a name everyone in New York whispers about. A Russian mafia princess with a successful modeling career, she commands attention wherever she goes-and every man who meets her wants her. But they quickly learn that getting close comes with a price: her older brother, Mikhail Volkova, is as lethal as he is protective.
Enter Matteo Del Castillo-leader of the Mexican Cartel, rival to her family, fresh out of prison, and infamous for his ruthless streak. He was supposed to hate her. He was supposed to stay away. But the moment he sees Safiné, he is stunned, captivated, and unable to resist the pull between them.
He stepped closer. Too close. The scent of him-leather, smoke, something dark and addictive-filled my senses.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered, and my stomach twisted, a mixture of fear and... something else. Something I wasn't supposed to feel. "And I don't... want to."
Before I could answer, before my sharp words could even form, he crushed his lips onto mine. Hard. Dark. Consuming.
I gasped, trying to pull back, my hands pressing against his chest, but he didn't relent. His grip tightened, his body pressing into mine, dominating, claiming. Every nerve in my body screamed. Fire. Heat. A pull I couldn't resist.
His kiss was demanding, unrelenting, almost violent in its intensity-but I felt it everywhere. My heartbeat, my lungs, my blood. My mind spun, lost between wanting to fight him and wanting to melt completely.
"Say it," he growled against my lips, voice rough, jagged, intoxicating. "Say you want me too."
I swallowed hard. My voice caught in my throat. My body betrayed me before my mind could:
"I... want you."
And the moment I said it, his grip, his kiss, the storm of him pressed in even harder. Dark, dangerous, unstoppable-like he'd been waiting his whole life for this exact moment, and now he had me.