Sweet Savagery, Book Three
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I was a savage bent on claiming her as punishment for her family’s mistakes.
As a powerful Russian Arms dealer, no one steals from me and gets away with it.
She was an innocent pawn in a dangerous game.
She had no idea the package her uncle sent her from Russia contained my stolen money.
If I were a good man, I would let her return the money and leave.
If I were a gentleman, I might even let her keep some of it just for frightening her.
As I stared down at the beautiful living doll stretched out before me like a virgin sacrifice,
I thanked God for every sin and misdeed that had blackened my cold heart.
I was not a good man.
I sure as hell wasn’t a gentleman… and I had no intention of letting her go.
She was mine now.
And no one takes what’s mine