Now he’s come to claim her promise.
Jasmine Baas, daughter of a Dutch mafia lord.
The girl who locked away her heart.
The girl I’d kill for.
Until life was almost ripped away from me,
And I forgot everything I ever was.
But I still remember craving her more than anything.
For three whole years I waited.
Plotted my revenge on her family.
Lured her into my trap.
She made a promise to me once.
A promise signed in blood.
And whether she likes it or not …
I’m going to make her keep it.
“You think I want to hurt you, don’t you?”
I nod a few times, pushing myself as far as I can into the wall so the blade doesn’t cut into me. But I can’t stop the whimper from leaving my mouth.
A wicked smile forms on his face, one I wish I could smack off, but I don’t have the guts. And my eyes can’t help travel down his ripped pecs and abs to his tight jeans, which barely fit his muscular body.
I immediately turn my head, forcing myself to look elsewhere.
Because he takes it as an invitation to lean in even closer, practically smelling my skin. Goose bumps erupt on every inch of my skin.
“I could …” he murmurs into my ear, the blade sliding down my chest, pointing at my heart. “If you don’t behave.”
His hand suddenly curls around my throat. I gasp for air as he squeezes, holding me tight while gazing at me with full intent on letting me know who’s in charge. “For a girl who didn’t want to be trapped, you sure as hell stumbled into my grasp quite easily.”
“Please,” I mutter, but it comes out in a short gasp.
“Please, what?” he muses, tilting his head.
He’s smiling at my inability to breathe. Asshole.
When his thumbs release slightly, I suck in the greedy gulps of air. He looks so deep into my eyes that it’s hard to look away. But I have to force myself to focus and remind myself why I’m here. What I’m trying to protect.
And when I part my lips, my voice signs my soul away. “I’ll do anything.”
The left side of his lip quirks up into a filthy smile. “I won’t let you take that back, little devil.”
Devil? Who? Me?
But before I can process what he just called me, the knife slips farther down my chest, and…
All the buttons of my top fly away as the fabric parts, leaving only a bra between him and my naked skin.
His hand leaves my throat, but I still can’t breathe.
Because it moves down my neck all the way to my chest, along with his greedy eyes, and my cheeks flush red from the idea of him looking at me like that.
“My memories aren’t what they used to be, but I do remember looking,” he murmurs, his hand traveling down across my breasts. I shudder in place as my nipples grow taut under his touch. “Wondering what it would feel like.”
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, and her two crazy but cute dogs. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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