Scarred by Vivian Gray

I screwed her like I owned her – because I did.
I never lose control.
Being a mob boss means keeping a tight rein on my emotions, my body, my business.
But then I saw the fear in her innocent eyes, begging me to let her go…
And I knew I had to make her mine.

ANTON: Buying things has lost its thrill.
No one ever warned me about that particular downside of being a mafia billionaire.
But winning things…
Seizing anything you want from the weaker, the helpless, the cowardly…

That still gets my blood churning.
So, when the girl’s idiot boyfriend wagered her in a desperate final poker hand,
I knew she was meant to be mine.
She thinks I’m joking when I tell her to go wait for me.
But I’ve never been more serious.
And my armed bodyguard convinces her this is the farthest thing from a prank.

Now, when the time is right, I will go back to where she is chained.
I will lift up her pretty chin and stare straight into those gorgeous, helpless eyes.
And I will tell her the sick truth of her frightening new reality:
You belong to me now, kitten.