LOGIN“Say my name, baby. Tell me who this pus sy belongs to.” “Damian…” she moaned softly as I curled my fingers, hitting her just right. “Louder.” “DAMIAN!” Inside the bathroom, Henry let out a wrecked sob, as if her screaming my name had just carved his heart out all over again. Perfect. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean while she watched over her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Then I dropped to my knees like a man ready to worship his god. Because yes, I would worship this pus sy like it was my god. **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.
View MoreVICKY’S POVHis eyes flashed wild and dangerous, like I’d just flipped a switch inside him.Before I could blink, his hand was on my throat.He lifted me clean off the floor, pinnin’ me at his eye level, those gray eyes sparklin’ red like a demon in the emergency light.I gasped, my hands grippin’ his wrist, strugglin’ for air. I could barely breathe, but I wasn’t scared.If anything, I was thrilled, every nerve in my body screamin’ alive, every sexual switch I’d kept locked for a year of celibacy flippin’ on at once.My juices slipped past my thong, rollin’ hot down my inner thigh.“You… filthy… maid,” he growled.Maid? He thought I was one of the crew?“How dare you… try to take advantage of—”I didn’t let him finish.I crashed my mouth into his, kissin’ him hard.“Mhmm,” he groaned into my mouth, the sound low and guttural, vibratin’ through me straight to my core.I gasped into his mouth, kissin’ him deeper, my hands slidin’ from his wrist to his arms, then his chest.I slipped th
VICKY’S POVShock, mortification, and sheer disbelief slammed into me like a tidal wave, leavin’ me dazed and breathless for a heartbeat too long.My knee froze mid-strike, and my hands curled tight into his shirt, nails diggin’ in like they were the only thing keepin’ me anchored to the earth.Why him? Of all the wicked luck on this floatin’ palace, why the hell did it have to be Leonardo Verilli?The man never struck me as someone who’d let his dick do the thinkin’. He was all ice-cold control, the kind of dangerous that made grown men piss themselves.So what the fuck was this? This raw, feral hunger pourin’ outta him like he’d been starvin’ for years?His low growl filled the dark cabin as he devoured my mouth again, his tongue tanglin’ with mine in a way that made my head spin.He didn’t even pause to see who he’d grabbed. He just kept kissin’ me like I was his last supper, one big hand roamin’ down my back and grippin’ my ass hard enough to make me gasp into him.I stopped fight
꧁꧂PROLOGUE꧁꧂Flashback: First Night on the CruiseVICKY’S POVI’ve never been the type to sit around moonin’ over some guy.Hell, after I finally booted my ex-husband outta my life two years ago, I swore off the whole damn species.Marriage? Kids? No thanks.I was wicked happy runnin’ that cozy little bookstore, drownin’ myself in coffee all day, and havin’ Cindy as my ride-or-die bestie.Life was good.Then Damian Thorne came crashin’ into Cindy’s world like a goddamn hurricane, and everything flipped upside down.Suddenly, we weren’t just two broken chicks nursin’ old wounds from deadbeat losers anymore.Color flooded back into our lives, and all because of what? A man.I hate admittin’ it. Hate it with every stubborn fiber of my wicked soul.But yeah, a man changed everything.Don’t get it twisted, I ain’t crushin’ on my best friend’s fiancé. That’s a hard line I’d never cross.I just want my own version of Damian Thorne. A cute-as-hell, protective beast of a guy who looks at me li
CINDY’S POVThe cruise was all fun and games until it had to end two days early because of me.The seasickness came on suddenly, waves of nausea that left me pale and trembling, clinging to the railing while the Mediterranean sparkled mockingly below.Damian was getting better.He barely needed bandages now, the bruises fading to yellow, his ribs healing enough that he could laugh without wincing too much, but he still tired easily.Vicky had been an angel the whole time, bringing ginger tea, cold compresses, distracting me with stories and silly games when the nausea hit hardest.She hovered like a protective sister, always checking if I needed anything, but lately she’d been… different.Quieter, and a little distant.Or maybe I’m just overthinking.And me? I slept ten, twelve hours a day, my body demanding rest for the tiny life growing inside.I tried to hide it at first, not wanting to ruin everyone’s time, but Dad noticed immediately.“Rosie,” he said quietly last night, finding












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