Strapped by Emma Spring

Marco:

I keep my Glock strapped and my c**k hard.

Olivia Markson thinks she’s such a good girl, but I know better. I can practically feel her soaking panties on the tips of my fingers the second we see each other again. It’s been years, but I know she remembers what I can do to that tight body of hers.

She hates that I’m in the mob, but I don’t give a f**k. I’m a killer and I’m good at it. I do what the familia tells me to do, and I don’t ask questions. Until they order me to take care of her. Now I have to keep her safe. And I’m going to give her more than just my help. I’m going to make every inch of her body mine.

Olivia:

That gorgeous bastard is back and he’s taking what he wants.

Marco Fabbri is hard and unrelenting. He’s the kind of man I know I shouldn’t want. I made the mistake of letting his hands slide between my thighs once, and I swore I’d never do it again.

Now he’s back and his lips are pressing against my neck. He makes me beg Yes when I should be saying No.
Marco is a bad man. When he lifts my hands above my head and presses me against a wall, I know I’m going to give in. It’s only a matter of how rough he makes it.