The first time I saw Dorian Marchetti, he was stepping out of the shower.
I knew better than to keep looking. I should have turned away. I should have run.
Instead, I stopped and stared.
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Keep your head down. Keep your mouth shut. Fade into the background…and maybe you’ll survive.
Those are the rules of my world now that I’m on the run.
There’s no room for error. No tolerance for mistakes.
And absolutely no excuse for invading the personal space of New York’s most feared hitman.
I sensed how dangerous Dorian was the first time I stepped into his world, but I never knew how possessive he could be until he sears me with his touch, branding me as his own with a single kiss.
He says he craves my innocence, but I’m afraid he won’t be satisfied until he’s consumed my soul.
