Romans Action & Histoires Possessive Love-Triangle

Is Rosarie Darling my type? No! Is she from some wealthy family? Fuck no! Is she the kind of woman I usually fuck? Hell no. Too mouthy. Too stubborn. Too fucking dangerous. But that brunette hair? That body? My eyes don’t seem to give a fuck about my preferences. Is she sweet or a darling as her surname suggests? No fucking chance! Is she soft-spoken and well-behaved? Hell fucking no! Is she the kind of woman who knows when to shut her mouth? Not when it comes to pissing me the fuck off! Is she quiet? That smart mouth doesn’t take a hint, no. Is she obedient? Fuck that. She’d probably argue with a loaded gun pointed at her head. Is she even available within the syndicate? No, she’s promised to my cousin, Angelo. Is she even worth the fucking hassle? No! But do I give a flying fuck? Not a single fucking one! The first time I saw Rosarie Darling, she was in my room, bent over my bed, humming like she fucking belonged there. She didn’t know that entering my room was forbidden. But I knew one thing. I wanted her. And once Kyliano Russo wants something, nobody gets to tell him no. Not even Angelo. Especially not Angelo. Because even when she's not exactly mine, She's fucking MINE!