I thought selling myself to a mafia boss was noble.
So what if they called him the Beast? I grew up in rags, and he would lift me to riches.
He was punishing. Insatiable. Captivating. Nothing like I expected him to be.Each day my reality blurred, leaving me wondering if I was slave or princess.
The longer I stayed, the more I lost myself. After every savage word he spoke, I begged for his lips.
I thought the worst thing he could take was my body. I was too naïve to guard my heart.
TROPES • Mafia romance • Dark mafia • Chronic illness rep • Captive • Age gap • Enemies to lovers • Beauty and the Beast retellings • Touch her and