Vicious by Michaela Jackson

Dele: I belong to no one. Not even Viper. No matter how much he wants me to.
Our arrangement is simple.
I help him take over a billion-dollar criminal empire and destroy both our enemies in the process.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Certainly not the way I suddenly grow hot when I see him. Certainly not the way I want to take him to bed while still on the high from a mission.
Those feelings died years ago. After he betrayed me and I left him for dead.
Those feelings are from before. When he was a different man. Except maybe he was never different.
Maybe he’s always been Viper. Maybe we both just denied it. Maybe I’ve belonged to him all along.
It doesn’t matter. I’m not giving in without a fight. Because he may be Viper. But me? I am Vicious.

Viper: She belongs to me. Whether she wants to or not.
Dele’s going to help me take over a billion-dollar criminal empire and stand with me to overlook the ruins of our enemies and the spoils of our conquest.
Naturally, she has to resist. But resistance is futile.
Because I want her. Every time I look at her. Every time we kill together. Every time she thinks I’ve gone too far.
I’ve always wanted her. Only there was always something in the way.
But there’s nothing anymore. Just her stubbornness. But not even that is an obstacle for me.
I want her, and I’m going to have her. Because she may be Vicious. But I was Viper first.