My decision made, she’s the one. Her sweet ass had better get used to it.

    Possess. To take away from the pseudo perfect life that reeks with the narcissistic chains—the demands—holding her down.She’s a pawn.The daughter of my enemy.Solimar Quintero is the future Mrs. Alejandro Lucas and doesn’t even know it. She isn’t aware that the man she smiles at—taunts to come closer—is a criminal. A wanted man. A nightmare for his enemies and her future.I always get what I want.

    He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I'm thinking before I even do.It's alarming and alluring. It's dark and deadly. It's everything I've ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession.It doesn't take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it's too late. He has secrets, secrets I can't fathom, secrets that make it so I can't walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that's both terrifying and thrilling. He's a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything.I want to hate him.Sometimes, I do.But it doesn't stop me from loving him, too.

    Until she became mine. She was a ballerina. He was a serial killer. She ran away from him. He caught her. She begged for mercy. He gave her none. She was an angel. He was a monster. She wanted to escape. He wanted to destroy her. They were at war. And only one of them would win. Warning: Dark Romance. 18+ due to sexual content, profanity, abuse, graphic violence, and adult subject matter.

    A sinful smirk calms my nerves. Arranged marriage wasn't supposed to bring me love. With a baby on the way, can I really deny him? Do I want to? What happens when you're given an ultimatum, find a bride, or lose everything? Megan Dolan Soft words meant to dissuade me, followed by the tail end of her wedding dress as she runs away. A tropical island, sweet words, and soft touches have her melting in the palm of my hand. Will coming home bring forth the nature of our situation? Or will she accept my love for her intoxicating presence for what it is? Real.