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Love her? Ruin her? How about both? Sinthia Michaels is a rising fashion star. Core McKay is rich, sexy, and a former kingpin in NYC’s organized crime underbelly. Together, they spark a romance that could ignite a corporate empire—or bring everything crashing down.


He gave me a bad-boy smile, causing my stomach to flip-flop like I was on a roller coaster. 

“Sinful.” He licked my bottom lip slowly. He pulled back with his eyes locked on to me with a power that left me breathless. “Are you mine?” he asked gruffly.

My heart raced with sickening excitement. I knew he was evil, lust, and darkness personified. He should have terrified me, but he didn’t because I was just as fucked up in the head as he was. 

“Always,” I whispered.

“I’m never letting you go, Sin.” Tilting my head back, he kissed me hard. “What I claim, I keep.” 

I was a spider trapped in his web.

“Now get on your knees,” he ordered in a brusque tone. 

This was it—the moment of truth that would seal my destiny. Self-preservation finally kicked in.

My mind screamed like a banshee, Run, Sin! Tuck your ass and run! 

My body tightened, preparing to run away as if a horde of paparazzi was nipping at my stilettos. 

Core’s cold gray eyes narrowed. “I’m a hard-hearted, ruthless motherfucker who doesn’t know shit about love or relationships.” He pulled me forward, one hand taking a firm hold of my wrists, while his legs forced my knees apart. “And neither do you.” His free hand ripped off my panties. “Perfection is complete fantasyland bullshit.” 

His hand slid against my pussy, and two fingers pushed inside, stretching me open. I moaned as I clenched around those fingers tightly. 

“See, darling?” He smiled knowingly. “That’s our reality. It’s raw, wicked, and wild—a connection on a level very few will ever have or could even dream of.” 

I didn’t have it all figured out. What I did know was Core was no Prince Charming, and I, for damn sure, wasn’t a princess. There would be no fairy-tale ending for us. It would be hard work, and more importantly, it would be real. Life couldn’t be all about tiaras and knights riding in to save the day. 

Damn it! I would rewrite my fucking story and leap into the black abyss on faith alone because I wasn’t looking for forever. 

I licked his lips, unzipped his pants, and wrapped my hands around his hard cock before squeezing hard. He hissed as he relaxed against the soft leather chair, watching with intensity as I slid to my knees. 

This was my give. This was his take. 

And there was no going back. 

Till death do us part…

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