All Chapters of Until He Breaks Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

In the beginning, she met a man… Lilith Lilith Russo wanted everything life could offer—money, fame, power—and she had it all. But as she stood in front of her father, fuming with disbelief, none of those things could shield her from the blow he had just delivered. “You cannot make me get married to him, Father!” she yelled, her chest heaving. “I have other things to do with my life, and Rayne De Luca of all people? He belongs to a rival family. What is going on in your head?” Her breath came in sharp bursts as she stared him down. The very idea that he would sell her off like a peace treaty was absurd. She wanted to scream. Throw fists. Rip out her braids. Strangle her so-called fiancé before she even met him. No one was listening—no one ever had. The Russos dealt in wines, and, of course, in other darker dealings that weren’t clean by any measure. They were one of the two families that ruled Crown City—and Italy—through whispers and blood. The Mafia. The De Lucas were the secon

Rayne Lilith trembled against him and he loved it. He relished in the fact that even when her eyes glared at him with boldness, her body betrayed her emotions. Chris was a fucking idiot to have given his daughter to him in place of an alliance. The Russo Don seemed to have forgotten that the hostility between them was more than just mere rivalry. He seemed to have forgotten what his family did to Rayne’s brother fourteen years ago. If Chris forgot, Rayne did not. And now, he would take out every ounce of rage churning in him—upon his daughter. “You little, little feisty thing,” he breathed against her ear. “I hate it when people do not listen to me, so now when I let you go, you fucking strip!” Her eyes blazed with a bravery he rarely saw in women from their world. “I will NOT strip for you, Rayne,” she spat through clenched teeth, and with surprising strength, ripped his hand from her neck. He blinked, rage seeping into his skin. “It’s adorable that you think you have a say in t

Lilith raised a brow. "My black card?" Rayne asked. "Don’t you have one? I was under the notion I was marrying a billionaire. Was I wrong?" She was pulling his legs, yanking at his ego, and she could already see the anger brewing in his gaze. "You were not wrong," he gritted out, dipping his hands into his pocket and pulling out the card. She reached to collect it, but he snatched it up. "You should freshen up first," he said, raking his eyes down her body. Lilith rolled her eyes. "I can do that later, but right now I need to eat," she said in a whiny voice. She reached out for the card and took it with a wink. "Are you coming with me, or do you want me to enjoy the view of the City of Light alone?" Thirty minutes later, she was dragging a brooding Rayne De Luca with her as she explored the streets of Paris, smiling widely while buying every snack she came across. "Is this your idea of eating out, or are you just being a nuisance?" he asked. Lilith rolled her eyes at his ques

Lilith There was no masking Rayne’s anger; it was as evident as day, pulsing in his eyes, and Lilith could see his jaw working as they drove back to the hotel. The journey from the car back to their suite was quite a torturing short one because before Lilith could blink, Rayne heaved her into his arms once he killed the engine and carried her into the hotel like she weighed nothing. She knew what to expect with her father’s anger; she knew what to do to block it all out. But for Rayne, she knew nothing. She didn’t know what to expect, and that scared her even more than the anger blazing in his eyes. “You just like pulling at my legs, don’t you, sweet vixen?” His voice boomed as he slammed the door shut, pushing her against it. Nothing in his voice spoke of a joke. Lilith flinched, but being the stubborn woman she was, she still tried to resist. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Rayne,” she muttered, trying not to blink at the intensity of his gaze on hers. “Oh, my little s