Dirty Laundry Lyrics

Amelia Romano was an innocent girl. Shielded from the darkness that surrounded her family name. What happens when everything changes ? When her father makes the most devastating decision, to sell her to the city’s most dangerous man, all in the name of protecting her. Nico Valente is cold and ruthless, obsessed with control. Some label him a monster, others say he’s someone you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. Yet Amelia isn’t as delicate as she appears, she’s fire concealed beneath lace. When Nico's world of power, blood, and shadows meets her quiet defiance, something awakens within both of them. Something perilous. Amelia vowed to hate him. But his touch is harsh… yet intoxicating. His words are dirty… yet somehow sweet. And as she falls deeper, things grow darker. She was never meant to survive his world. But he has promised. he’ll never let her go.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”