Pure Pefection

He’s known as The Dark—ruthless, feared, and untouchable. She's as pure as the came, naive and beautiful. It all began when she moved her little Pastry right across the street where The Den, a dark wall of velvet sin, displayed its darkness. Now he can't stay away. He likes the chase, the little game they play, cause he knows he will win in the end. But Dormani Diavolo doesn't fall in love. He claims. He consumes. And he wants her. Most sinfully, one could fathom. A dark mafia romance about innocence, obsession, and the kiss that could ruin them both.

Elle n’a jamais voulu de lui. Ni de son monde sombre. Encore moins de son regard de prédateur qui semblait lire en elle. Amaya, pure et promise à un autre, avait toujours vécu loin du chaos. Mais Kael, ce chef de gang au charme sauvage, beau comme un Dieu et aux mains tachées de sang, n’avait jamais appris à perdre. Quand elle l’a repoussé, il a souri. Quand elle a supplié, il l’a prise. Et quand elle a tenté de fuir, il l’a rattrapée... doucement, dangereusement. Plus elle lutte, plus il s’insinue en elle. Et ce qui la terrifie, ce n’est pas sa captivité. C’est cette chaleur nouvelle, ce frisson qu’elle ressent quand ses yeux la dévorent. Car plus elle le hait… plus elle le désire.

No one has ever been able to look him in the eye and lived to tell the tale. Even other supernatural beings trembled at the sight of him, and here in the human world, people avoided him because of the dark aura around him, but one girl stood out. The human girl who told him that having a dark aura doesn't make him dangerous. She had said she could be friends with him because she doesn't judge a book by its cover, and she was convinced that Lucas could do more good in the human world. And she said all these, even without the slightest hint of what he was. These words seemed to soften Lucas, who was known to be the devil's son. But can she really tame him? Can she still love him when she finds out that he was pure evil? Can Lucas protect her from harm with all the wrongs he had done in supernatural realm, even the wrongs he had done to his father, the devil?

On the night of our anniversary, I had prepared a new set of lingerie for my Mafia husband Joey, but he had prepared divorce papers for me instead. A Cuban cigar was clamped between his teeth, a look of pure entitlement on his face. "Adriana, we need to divorce. Vivian's father is a capo. If I marry her, my future's set." "Look, sweetheart, you're just a broken family's leftover daughter. You should be grateful I kept you around this long." "Once I have the family ring, maybe I'll throw you a few scraps, let you be my little side piece." Everyone expected the daughter of a fallen family to step aside for his ambition, to be the loyal dog I'd been for the past seven years. But that night, I made a deal with the devil. I accepted a match arranged by my family and married the true king of New York's underworld. I vanished from Joey's world completely. Three years later, I returned to New York on my husband's arm. We were there on family business. Dante was called away for something urgent, leaving me to wait for him at his private club. I never expected to run into Joey, the man I hadn't seen in three years. "That's enough, Adriana. Stop with the childish tantrums." "Our son Angelo's almost six. He needs care. I'm being generous, offering you a position as his nanny." I laughed. What was this idiot talking about? He was calling the most feared and revered Donna in all of New York a nanny?