Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
He held her, not with kindness, but with the possessive grip of a man holding his property.
“You look pale, tía,” he murmured, his voice a low, mocking caress. “Did you really not know? Did you really think my mother’s heart just… broke for no reason? That she spent all those years crying into her wine because she was just a sad, lonely woman?” He chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. “Alejandro is very good at what he does. He makes women feel like they are the center of his universe, right before he pulls the rug out and watches them fall.”