Savage Brute by Evelyn Glass

The savage brute is determined to get in my womb.
Bad boy. Hitman. Sinner. Brute. My nightmare come to life.
My father says he’s here to help us.
But then Aedan breaks in my room, pins me down, and whispers the truth:
He’s here to kill us all.

LIVIA
I’ll never forget what those Irish thugs did to my brother.
And I’ll sure as hell never forgive them.
So I don’t understand why my father thought this was all going to be okay.

A truce with those traitorous, killer scum would’ve been bad enough.
An alliance with them is even worse.
But inviting one of them HERE? In our home?

That’s too f**king far.

It doesn’t help that the man they chose to send to us is a towering, tatted god with eyes that seem to strip the clothing right off my body.

He wants to give me more than just his protection – that much is obvious.
I hate his filthy guts.
But I can’t stop myself from getting hot every time he enters the room.
Each time his Irish baritone rumbles across my ears… shivers go down my spine.

He sees what he’s doing to me.
He knows what my body wants:

Him, in all his bloody, vicious glory.
Pinning me down.
Making me submit.
Turning me into his pet, his plaything…

And a vessel for his baby.

AEDAN
She’s too angry to see the big picture.
There’s a war going on – a war that could end us all – and the only thing this mafia princess can think about is bloody revenge.

Someone needs to teach her a lesson.
I’m willing to volunteer…
But she should know that I like to get VERY hands on.

She’s in her bedroom now. So let the lessons begin.
I go there.
Open the door.
Her eyes are full of fear and heat and surprise.

She knows what I’m here for – one of the reasons, at least.
And she won’t be disappointed in that regard.

I’ll take her like she wants to be taken.
Own her like she wants to be owned.
Make her scream and moan and claw and beg.

But there’s another purpose to my time here.
One that neither Livia nor her fool of a mob boss father can ever know.

Come here, little princess.
Lean in close and I’ll whisper it to you.
My secret.
My truth.
The last thing you’ll ever hear.

“I’ve been sent here to kill you.”