My Ruthless Ceo
"The great Devison Santoro, King of the Underworld, needs chains to keep a girl in a hoodie from running away?"
Devi didn't answer immediately. He moved with a ruthless, methodical grace, threading the heavy silver chain through the carved mahogany post of the bed before clicking the second cuff onto her other wrist.
He stood back, his obsessive gaze raking over her wet, shivering, and finally, undeniably his.
"I don't need chains to keep you, Cali baby," he murmured, his voice a dark, understanding vibration.
"I need chains to keep the world from taking you back. Every time you jump into the ocean or run into a dark alley, you're inviting the wolves to the door. And I'm the only one who get
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