Savage Beast, a Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance and book 3 in the Sinfully Savage series, by Kristen Luciani is LIVE! It's free on Kindle Unlimited. Keep reading for an excerpt.
Title: Savage Beast
Series: Sinfully Savage #3
Author: Kristen Luciani
Genre: Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2021
He Stole My Kiss…Right Before He Stole Me.
The second my brother’s ex-best friend tore off my clothes, I was obsessed. His ripped muscles, seductive smirk, and bad boy charm made my knees weak and everything else tingle ever since we were teenagers.
I always dreamed I’d become the center of his world. I guess I should have been more specific about my wish. He ruined me.
Then my childhood crush kidnapped me. Now I’m a pawn in his vicious game. He thinks he can use me as leverage, Revenge for my brother’s betrayal.
I should hate him for starting this war with my family and for taking my life. I don’t.
I should resist my cravings for his rough touch, his hungry lips, and his sinful body. I can’t.
Because even though Roman Villani is evil and cold, a brutal monster who is incapable of love, It only makes me want him more.
I fold my arms over my chest. So I guess you’re a dog person.
She lifts an eyebrow at me. So just like that, we get personal? This isn’t a sweet reunion, Roman.
I was just trying to make conversation. Look, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Hell, we don’t need to speak for the next week. But don’t mistake my questions for congeniality. I’m not looking for a friend here. I’m looking for my money. And you being here is gonna get it for me.
Wow, you’re a real charmer. I guess some things never change, she says sarcastically, continuing to dance around with the dog. You must need a stick to fight off all the ladies, huh?
I push myself off the wall, my stomach grumbling. Like I said before, this ain’t social, Marchella. You know, it would be a lot easier for me to figure out how to deal with you if you weren’t so inconsistent. What’s that supposed to mean?
She nestles the puppy against her shoulder and walks toward me. Well, let’s see. You purposely avoid telling me who you are, then you stalk me, kiss me like I’ve never been kissed in my life, drug me, and kidnap me.
Then you have my brother beaten to a pulp, threaten us both with extreme torture before death. The corners of my lips curl upward and I let out a chuckle. Like you’ve never been kissed in your life, huh?
She rolls her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. That would be what you caught. I should have known, she mutters. No, no, keep going. I wanna hear the rest. Don’t leave me hanging.
You basically hired me so I’ll go with you to that event, in essence paying me to sit tight so that my brother stays on task to get your money back. Then you rescued this puppy because you knew she meant something to me. She shakes her head. Completely inconsistent.
Well, I’m not a total dickhead, much as you’d like to believe otherwise, I say. Besides, it gets cold at night. The puppy should be inside. Christ only knows what she sees, or just barely escapes, when she’s creeping around Inwood at night.
Marchella narrows her eyes, the blue much darker than it was only a few minutes ago. More turbulent, like a violent wave that’s about to consume everything in its path. “I came here hating you with every fiber of my being.
And so what now? Did I score any points? I flash a half-smirk. Not enough to make a difference, Marchella snips. I just wanted to point out that your behavior for a mafia thug is bizarre as hell.
So I basically risked my life going into your neighborhood for nothing? Not even a fucking ‘thank-you’? She recoils, her eyes now wide. I guess the thought didn’t occur to her. Then her expression is eclipsed by the pent-up anger at her situation.
Let me tell you something, Roman. If you want me to kiss your ass because you did a couple of somewhat decent things after shooting me up with a drug that could have killed me, as well as making me your captive for the foreseeable future, you’re crazier than I thought!
I grit my teeth, my hands balled into fists at my sides. Of course, she’s right. I did some pretty shitty things today, like stealing her freedom.
Did I really think that finding the puppy would make her forget that I’m a vicious and somewhat unhinged killer who slapped a target on her beloved brother’s back?
Still, a little gratitude wouldn’t hurt. I did risk my life and my car. That’s the heated side of me, the irrational side that tries to justify all of the bad. The side that doesn’t give a damn about anything but being close to her.
©Kristen Luciani 2021
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling romance author and coach with a penchant for stilettos, kickboxing, and grapefruit martinis.
As a deep-rooted romantic who loves steamy, sexy, and suspense-filled stories, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. Pun intended…
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