Mature content[R-18+] NO RAPE~ ~What happens when a psychopath falls in love?~ The infamous wallflower and sole heiress of the Falcone empire, Abigail Falcone, was a loner, shy, and reserved. She did not know how to socialize or even how to love until she met him. Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Abby sought a favor from her late best friend’s fiancé—a marriage of convenience. No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome mafia leader. However, it quickly becomes clear that Abby is a woman of hidden strength—and Remo Quinn finds his dead heart beating once again. Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the arrangement without stripping herself of her morals and losing her heart to her husband—a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her. While seeking revenge and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Abigail find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for her deceased best friend's fiancé? What happens when Remo finds out his little shy wallflower wife is a little sly fox? ——————————— ——————————— Excerpt ~ "Beg me to use you, Abby," he growled, his voice husky with desire. Abby's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comply with his demand. With a mixture of arousal and trepidation, she managed to whisper, "Please ...Remo..." But Remo wasn't satisfied with just her words. He wanted to see her beg, to hear the desperation in her voice. With a wicked grin, he applied a bit more pressure to her thighs, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure. "Words, little sweet doll. Beg me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Abby's veins, her resolve crumbling under Remo's intoxicating dominance. With a whimper of surrender, she found herself uttering the words he desired, her voice trembling with need. "Please...use me," she pleaded, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to the delicious torment of Remo's touch. Trigger warnings; Self-harm, mental illness, rough sexual acts etc.
The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Abby paced back and forth in the dimly lit waiting room. Her heart raced like a marathon runner, each beat echoing in her ears as she tried to quell the rising tide of nerves threatening to overwhelm her. Remo stood by her side, a pillar of strength in the storm of emotions raging within her. The moment they had woken up today, she had asked him to take her to see her father. Now that she was here she was a nervous wreck.
Abby's hands trembled as she wrung them together, her mind awash with a thousand worries and regrets. She hadn't seen her father in a month, a month filled with longing and sorrow, a month stolen by her uncle's ironclad grip. But now, as she stood on the precipice of facing him again, her resolve faltered, her courage waning in the face of uncertainty.
Remo's steady gaze held her, his presence a balm to her frayed nerves. His voice, soft yet firm, cut through the chaos swirling in her mind.