Raebel

Isabel scoffed as she stared at Caine. Was he really jealous that some group of men had been staring at her? Caine, glared at her, his gaze darkening at the skimpy dress she wore. “I’m not jealous, Isabel. I’m territorial. Jealousy is craving what isn’t yours. Being territorial is protecting what already is.” Caine removed his suit coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I'm not yours," Isabel declared while glaring at him. She was not a chattel to be owned, to be possessed. She was a human being and it was time Caine began treating her like one. Caine tightened his jaw and chuckled darkly. This impetuous, daring and stupid rabbit might just be the end of him. "You haven't come to the realization of things, have you?" He said with a malicious grin, "I am obsessed with you. I am addicted to you. You are mine, Solntse. Heaven ordained it, Earth honoured it and Hell feared it," he continued. "So how dare you, a mere mortal, refute it?" He asked with a perfectly curved eyebrow raised, staring deeply into her eyes as he tucked a strand of hair to the back of her ear. Caine’s hand slid around her throat, squeezing but not too hard. Just hard enough to remind her who was in control. “You are mine,” he murmured, lips a breath away from hers. “Every inch of you. Your pleasure. Your pain.” His fingers pressed lightly against her pulse, feeling the frantic rhythm. “Do you understand?” A breathless nod. “Words, Solntse.” “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. A dark, satisfied gleam flickered in his eyes. **** On the day Isabel Silvarro was supposed to marry into wealth and power, she caught her fiancé in bed with her sister. One act of vengeance sent her straight into the arms of Caine Romano, New York’s most feared mafia king. One night. No names. Just anger and pleasure. She disappeared the next morning, thinking she’d left the past behind. Little did she know, her fate was waiting patiently. Five years later, she’s back in his city. Back under his control. And this time, there will be no escape. Because Caine wants more than revenge. He wants her on her knees. Bound, broken, and begging. He wants every moan, every secret, every scar. But Isabel has a past too and it's not just dangerous. It's deadly. And when enemies come for her blood, the only man who can save her happens to be the one who swore he'd ruin her.