It’s only temporary, baby. Don’t go catching feelings because I will tear you apart.
Mari Jones is an itch under my skin that I can’t satisfy. The sassy, long-legged cocktail waitress is everything I shouldn’t want. Smart-mouthed, take-no-shit, sexy-as-hell, and the worst thing I could throw into my life but I want her.
The thing is…I’ve always wanted her.
She doesn’t remember me but I’ve never forgotten her.
And now I’m going to put her into my bed.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m not about forever — I see what I want and I find a way to get it but it’s always a temporary fix.
No amount of money in the world can fix what’s broken inside me — and I should know, I’m fucking loaded — so don’t even try.
I’m damaged. Broken to the core.
If she catches feelings, I’m going to ruin her.
Even though I know I should walk, I can’t.
She’s everything I ever wanted…everything I will never deserve to have.
Right or wrong…she’s mine.
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“I want you, Mari,” Gage stated, leaning back, kicking his leg out casually beneath the scratched and ruined table. “Name your price.”
“N-name my price?” I stuttered, incredulous. “What does that mean? And what makes you think I even have a price that I would offer? I’m not a vendor at a flea market, ready to haggle over an item…especially when that item is me.”
His smirk did crazy things to my belly even as his answer pissed me off fresh. “Everyone has a price. Even you. I'm willing to bet your price is a lot lower than you think it would be.”
Oh, hell no, what? “Did you just insult me?”
“Not at all. Just sharing a bit of what I know about human nature.”
“Well, you don’t know shit about me,” I said, rising. “I’m done with this ridiculous game. I don’t care how rich you are, you can’t buy me.”
Screw Manny and his greed. He could find someone else to pander to the rich jerk, I was out.
“You’re broke. You’ll be homeless by the end of the month because you can’t pay your rent and something tells me you aren’t going to make enough in tips to get what you need by month’s end.”
His calm voice at my back froze my feet. I turned slowly. “How the hell do you know my personal business?”
He waved away my question as if I were naive. “Nothing is private, sweetheart. I can get everything I need to know about you with the push of a button. Financial records are the easiest.” He paused only to punctuate his point. “Is my intel wrong? Do you have a secret stash of cash in your mattress that you’re holding onto for a rainy day?”
No, he wasn't wrong — Gage knew how precarious my situation was and he had zero qualms about using the information to his advantage.
Indignation aside...could I afford to refuse his offer?
Damn him, he knew I couldn't.
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SIMPLE. DO THE JOB, GET PAID.
But I couldn't pull the trigger. Now we're both on the run and the clock is ticking.
Don't confuse me with a good man. My business is killing people and business is good.
I'm a selfish prick, always looking out for No. 1.
That is, until I saw her.
Breezy Grace, all long legs, geeky awkwardness, and an heiress to a billionaire fortune.
Something in me growled, MINE.
I should've finished the job but I was obsessed with the nerdy virgin in a way that spun me in circles.
I'll never be good enough for her but that doesn't stop me from tasting, touching, needing, owning...
Once I know she's safe, I'll walk away.
Until then...I'm going to ruin her.
Warning: This is a bad boy romance, with no cheating, and a gut-wrenching HEA. It is over-the-top sexy with all the dirty sweetness you've come to expect from an Alexx Andria read.
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She was a pain in the ass.
And I was tired of her yammering.
I was an action man, not a negotiator.
I strode toward her, immediately crowding her space and causing her to yelp when I bracketed her against the old fridge. Breezy's big eyes widened like an owl's as she trembled like a leaf in a stiff wind.
Everything about her intrigued me. Down to the sudden and baffling need to taste that sassy mouth.
But I wasn't about to do that -- not until I figured out what the hell was going on, both with her and myself.
"Now, that I have your attention...I'm going to say this once and once only," I said in a low but firm tone, inadvertently catching a whiff of the citrusy scent of her hair. "We're not leaving this place until I can figure out why someone wants you dead because here's the thing, it doesn't actually matter why I didn't pull the trigger. All that matters is that I didn't. Now our fates are tied together. I might've just screwed myself for backing out. We'll see. So, in the meantime, you're going to be a good girl and do as you're told...and that includes eating what I put in front of you."
The tiny shake in her voice belied the bold question.
"Or, I take these little hands," I grabbed her wrists in a quick movement, jerking her arms above her head and holding her there. She barely had time to squeak before I was nuzzling her neck, murmuring, "and tie them to the motherf*cking bed and feed you like a goddamn baby bird. You feelin' me, Sassy Pants?"
I DESPISE HIM, BUT HE'S THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN SAVE ME.Charlie—MMA fighter Damon McAvoy is not my knight in shining armor. Instead of saving me, he plans to deliver me to a dirty king pin. I should hate him but I can’t keep my hands off him.Damon—Charlie Williams belongs to a man who owns Detroit. She’s not mine, nor will she ever be. I should deliver her to her owner and save my ass, but I can’t quit her.
Even if loving her may cost me my life.
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I left Davonte’s place feeling like a piece of shit but at least I was alive.
That was something, right?
Everyone was someone else’s bitch, that was just life.
Survival was something I was used to.Same shit, different day, that’s all this was.
So why did I feel like I’d just slathered myself in raw sewage for the promise of moldy bread?
I shoved the mental image of her curled in my bed, looking like a sweet morsel that my mouth wanted to devour.
Yeah, she was hot.
I got why Davonte was hard for her.
But there was something deeper than pure lust that got men twisted like Davonte was over this woman./p>I knew this because I felt it, too.
I knew it the minute I saw her.
That spirit, that innate glow.
It made simple men like me want to bask in that light, roll around in it, in the hopes that some of that beautiful energy might rub off.
Not that it was possible.
Men like me, like Davonte, just tainted things that were pure.No wonder Charlie didn’t want anything to do with Davonte — the man stank of corruption.
And now I was going to bathe in that rot, too.
I wouldn’t say that I suffered from an abundance of conscience but something kept pinching at me.
Get your head out of your ass, I grumbled to myself. I had to find Charlie or I was dead.
That was the long and short of it.
Davonte was giving me one week to return his prize girl and I was going to deliver.
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