Title: Another Round
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019
Blurb
She knows I would die for her. Even if her father is the one who wants me dead.
A call I donât expect. A job I donât want. A hassle I donât need. Iâd protected his wife a long time ago, and now the notorious mob boss wants me to keep his daughter safe. I resist the tempting and troublesome mafia princess for as long as I can, but once I take her, thereâs no going back, no giving her back. She thinks what we have between us is just a fling, but I know weâre forever. Regardless of what she says or her dad orders.
Another Round is a friends-to-lovers, older man/younger woman mafia romance and touches on sensitive topics. Reader discretion advised. No cheating or cliffhanger.
Purchase Links
I lead her to the stool where I normally serve her dinner. She climbs up and slides her pert arse across the wood. Crossing her gorgeous legs out of habit. That tempt me more than ever knowing how close I came to having some other bastard touch them.
She takes in the mess on the floor behind me. Anxiety drawing down her face as she peruses the damage. âWhat happened?â
My palm cups her cheek to turn her back to face me. The only thing I give a damn about is settling things between us. Setting her straight about other men. Or the lack there of going forward. âI dropped it.â
âAndy?â
Now she knows Iâm the one whoâs lying. Silky hair brushing across my forearm as she tilts her head in worry and disbelief. Making the cords tighten from her concern over my stuff. Over my anger. Over me.
I place my fists on each side of the counter behind her. Locking her in place. Trapping her between my arms. Applying old interrogation methods she wonât be able to fight. âWho was that guy?â
She swallows and licks her lips. Responding to the demand pulsing in my tone.
âJosh. Laurenâs engaged to his older brother Logan.â
Tension surges between us from the proximity of our bodies. From her squirming in her seat. From her looking up at me with no way out from under my gaze. âAre you going to go out with him?â
Never fucking happening but I want to know what she intends. What she mistakenly believes Iâm going to allow her to get away with.
âWe just met.â
I donât fall for her dismissive tone. As if the idea is preposterous. As if sheâs never considered the possibility. As if I have nothing to be concerned about. âAre you going to go out with him?â
My voice is low, hard, almost unrecognizable even to myself with a possessiveness Iâve never heard. Iâve never experienced until now.
âLauren is trying to fix us up. A double date. She thinksââ
âWhat do you think?â
She shivers when I lean closer. My nose nudging her hair out of the way while my lips brush over her ear. A shuddering breath blows against my cheek and fireworks explode across my skin when her hand curls over my opposite shoulder. Steadying herself from me engulfing her.
âHeâs n-nice. Heâs easy to talk to.â
âOf course he is. He wants to fuck you.â
âThatâs all you think I am?â My accusation enrages her, and she twists to the side, trying to face me again. Too small to be at eye level she stares up at me with all the bravado she can muster, leveling me with her disgust. Before I got sympathy and compassion. Now I get unadulterated fury. Sheâs pissed as hell at me. Almost as much as I am at her. âThatâs all you think anyone would ever want from me?â
What she lacks in size she makes up for in rage. Shredding me to the core with the pain in her wracked body. The mafia princess in her full glory as she rolls back her shoulders and gives me a hard shove. âGet the fuck off me!â
Fuck that. My hands encircle her wrists, and I diminish my force to ensure I donât crush the fine bones under my fingers. âIâm not finished talking to you.â
âWell Iâm finished with you. Iâm tired of being humiliated. Now let me go!â
The agony in her voice slices through me, and I still. Shocked by her allegation. Iâm hung over and my damn headâs spinning from booze and lust, but I know I canât be hearing her right. âI may have fucked up more times than I can count, but I know Iâve never humiliated you.â
Straining against my grip, she keeps fighting for me to release her. Which will never happen. âThatâs all you ever do.â
âTrouble, youâre going to have to explain it to me because Iâm totally confused.â
Misery surges in me with the loss of her gaze. Unwilling to look at me. Her shoulders drooping as much as her fire fades. âWhen I held your hand you couldnât get me off of you fast enough. And when I kissed you, you rolled away. Itâs embarrassing that you donât want me.â
No one has ever been more wrong than her in this moment. âLook down.â She draws in a shaky breath from the huskiness of my voice. From the need in my eyes and my touch and my body. âLook down at my cock and see how much I want you.â
Her forehead brushes my chin, and I breathe deep, relishing the enticing scent of her flowery shampoo with the top of her head near my lips as we stare at my dick bulging in my pants of its own volition. âIâve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.â
âThen why do you keep rejecting me?â
âBecause Iâm an idiot.â
Once again I fuck up and have no choice but to let her go. Instantly, her arms cross over her chest in protection of her wounded heart. She still refuses to look at me. I force her to, sliding my fingers under her chin and lifting her exquisite face to mine. âIf things were different Iâd make you mine.â
âI want to be yours.â
Fuck. She is killing me. âYou know that canât happen.â
Author Bio
Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
Author Links
FACEBOOK
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Archives
April 2023
Subscribe HereBlogs We Support |