D of the Devil

I swore I'd never love the man that forced me to be his bride. Selena I made a deal with the Devil. I stepped foot into the kitchen hoping to grab a snack, but my hunger soon died as blood pooled on the black-and-white marble counter. The talented executioner and head of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago, Domenick Satriano, stood there wiping red splatter off his cheek. He had spilt blood. My father did nothing as Domenick casually took my hand and led me to his car as if we were meant to be. I should have run that day, but something ignited inside me as his dark eyes gazed down at me. He pulled me toward him and I willingly came. I was weak to his touch. He told me he owned me, but I wanted to break free. Trapped inside his gilded cage, all I wanted to do was run. Every night, he used his wicked hands to break me. Every inch of my tender flesh burned after he finished. He explained it was a matter of time until I willingly came to him. My damaged heart kept me fighting his dark games. What happened when Domenick grew tired of the fight and used his talent on me?

Domenick I had been watching her for years. Her round, green eyes stared up at me with such innocence it was hard to control myself. She's perfectly sweet and ready to be devoured. I couldn't wait to taste her. To hear her cry my name. And I wouldn't let up until she admitted she was meant for me. She thought she could fight me. No one said no to me. She didn't realize my heart had been scorched and burned so long ago, there was almost nothing left of me. She was just a promise from long ago, and I never broke my promises. But once I inhaled her sweet scent, that promise turned into obsession.