LOGIN"You have no idea do you?" He whispers, his lips only a millimetre from mine. "No idea about what?" His fingers slip around my waist, pulling me firmly against his body. I feel him everywhere. He's hard where I'm soft. Calm where my heart is beating. He lifts a hand to my face, gently cupping my cheek as he tilts my gaze to meet his. His thumb brushes against my lower lip and I suck in a sharp breath when I notice just how dark his gaze is. "You have no idea the power you have over me." ... Born to a mother who abandoned her family and a father who never even knew he existed, Aaron O Sullivan has spent his entire life fighting to prove he belongs. With a chip on his shoulder and blood on his hands, he’s determined to reclaim the legacy stolen from him. When no one moment of anger causes the one person he's grown to care about everything he's determined to step up and save her despite even if she thinks she doesn't want his help. And what way to protect her other than a fake engagement. Waitress By Day, Stripper By Night, Elle will do whatever it takes to pay off her uncle and finally buy her freedom. But behind her sharp tongue and seductive smile is a secret and trauma so depe she wasn't sure she could heal. Until him. She doesn't understand why he wants to protect her especially because he's the reason she's in this mess to begin with. She's got pain and he's got secrets. What happens when the two collide just how far are they willing to go for the things they desire.
View MoreElleAaron is gone by the time I wake up. I try not to let the weight of crushing disappointment settle for too long in my chest at the sight of the no longer warm spot next to me.Usually on mornings like this, when my husband goes off to find evidence to nail the man who sent his goons to try to kill us, there's a note lying right next to me and today is no different.I already know what it's going to say: Gone to find evidence to catch Neil will be back before dinner. Stay indoors and take care of yourself. I'll be back for dinner. Aaron.It was usually how his morning letters went, and oftentimes I wondered why he didn't just send a text like a normal person instead of going through the hassle of writing the same thing every morning.Groaning, I squeeze my eyes and roll back to my side, not bothering to open the letter, only to be met by a fresh assault from the sun. I let out another frustrated moan as the bright rays spilling into the room viciously assault my eyes despite the
We've made it to another year. Once again I hope you'll stick with me. You were the best part of last year and I can't wait to have a marvellous 2026 with you all ❤️
AaronHer face is an unreadable mask as she scans through the contents of the documents. It's impossible to tell what she's thinking until she looks at me again, and I finally see the storm raging behind her eyes.Also known as the moment she realises just how fucking screwed she is.Before I came to her, I'd taken my time to check out the information within the drive myself. I had to be sure I knew the weapon I was carrying before I stepped into the battlefield and I discovered that Cillian hasn't just been generous enough to offer her mole but he'd taken the time out to map out the specific GPS pings of her "ghost" shipments, the ones her father probably thinks are sitting safely in a warehouse in Sicily because his dear daughter claimed she could handle it.Her jaw tightens to an almost imperceptible degree, and if I weren't looking so closely, I probably would've missed it. She shuts the laptop and fixes me with a look I know all too well.Rage."You shouldn't have this." "But I
AaronClara Moretti is cold and emotionless as she glides effortlessly into the waiting room, her heels clicking sharply then stopping as she comes to a halt in front of me. I've been sitting here for the last thirty goddamn minutes, staring at a wall that could benefit from more colours. My knees are stiff and the patience I walked in with earlier has fully disintegrated, leaving behind nothing but mild irritation and annoyance.Small as she might be, standing at barely 5'3, it's clear that she's no ordinary mafia princess. No, Clara Moretti is a force to be reckoned with, and apparently one who thrives on seeing me so visibly inconvenienced. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a sleek bun that looks like it's trying its hardest to keep all her psychopathic thoughts trapped in her head and at the same time highlight the angular aristocratic lines of her face. She’s dressed in a sleek, ivory power suit paired with heels that make her look like a marble statue come to life.I didn't e






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