His Baby by April Lust

HE CAME TO KILL ME. HE STAYED TO SCREW ME. HE LEFT TO SAVE ME.

Death is supposed to be a hooded figure with a scythe, not a sexy hitman with abs of steel.

And don’t even get me started on his massive, rock-hard… equipment.I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my infant son from this killer.Even if it means letting him own me completely.In any other circumstance, he would have been something out of my dreams.Tall, ripped, tattooed, with eyes like diamonds and arms like pythons…He was sex appeal personified.And the ragged growl rumbling in his chest made me want to do things I’d never done before.But this wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare.Because he wasn’t there to sweep me off my feet…He was there to put me in my grave.

I’ve gone through too much to let this be the end of me, though.I’ve faced hell to protect my son.And if this devil thinks he’s gonna be the one to take my baby from me…Well, he better think twice.Because I’ll fight.I’ll f**k. I’ll do anything and everything.The hitman wants my body?Fine.He can have my hands, my lips, everything between my legs.He takes all of that, along with something I never thought he’d touch:My heart.Oh, God…Am I falling for my killer?