Sasha: A Dark Mafia Romance (Belles & Mobsters) by Eva Winners

Author:Eva Winners [Winners, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Winners Publishing LLC
Published: 2022-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Six

SASHA

I discarded the empty syringe on the floor and her body went limp.

Anger shot through me. I hoped for a better greeting from her. She had been avoiding me for fucking months. She was never alone. Either Alessio’s men were with her. Or fucking Killian’s.

If he had touched her, I’d fucking tear him to pieces.

Peace could go to fucking hell.

And the fucking wedding dress she wore, I couldn’t wait to tear it off her.

Annoyance flared in my chest. It pissed me off that she’d put on some princessy dress. For him. When she was mine. She has been mine. And she made a goddamn promise she’d wait.

Did she?

Fuck no.

Maxim already waited for me by the car with the door open. I slid her into the back seat and her wedding dress rode up, baring her smooth, toned thighs and a blue fucking garter.

A growl vibrated in my chest. The thought of Killian skimming his hands up those smooth thighs had me seeing fucking red.

Maxim’s attention slid to Autumn’s legs and I clenched my teeth. “You know what the quickest way to get your brains blown out is?”

His eyes turned to me. “I’m guessing by looking at her legs.”

“That’s right.”

I slid in the back seat next to her and shifted her head to rest on my lap. The door slammed behind me and Maxim went around and got behind the wheel.

My eyes lowered to her. I had my share of beautiful women but none of them compared to her. But it was so much more than her beauty. Everything about her spoke to me on a fundamental level. It was like she was made just for me.

I had never hesitated taking what was offered to me. Women threw themselves into my arms. I fucked them. My way. The hard way. But with her, I couldn’t stomach using her. Or hurting her.

For some reason the fire that burned in me, threatening to ignite into an inferno and wreak havoc on this world, started and ended with her.

God must have been laughing at my crazy ass when he put a grown-up Branka Russo in my path. The girl that hated to be touched. She was more than happy to touch me, but I’ve watched her long enough to know she fucking hated to be touched by men.

And there was nothing more I wanted to do then tie her up and fuck her.

I pushed my fingers through her hair and started to unpin all the clips in her thick mane. What a ridiculous, pompous hairdo! It was nothing like her. It made me wonder who in the fuck suggested it.

Discarding the pins on the floor of the rented car, I watched her flawless face. Long, dark eyelashes that rested on her porcelain cheeks. Full, parted lips. She looked so fucking innocent but she had a mouth on her. I’d heard her firsthand plenty of times.

Women usually lost their tongue around me. But not Branka Russo.

She met me head on. Every. Single. Fucking time.

It’d be her downfall one day.

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