The Hitman’s Possession
A Bad Boy Mafia Romance, #1
by Tia
Lewis
Publication
date: October 19th 2016
Genres:
Dark Hitman Romance
BLURB
I’m a hard, ruthless, and brutal
killer… but I’m not letting her go.
I’m the most feared man in South
Boston. I’ve earned that title and the nickname “The Animal.” Women may think
it’s because I’m wild in bed, and one night with me and they’d f*cking know it.
But there’s a darker reason for
my reputation… I think nothing about ending a life. Feelings are a luxury I
can’t afford.
Until her.
I hear Tess cry for help and I
give into the urge to help her. One look at her and I knew I had to risk it all
to rescue her. I’m no knight in shining armor; I’m saving her so I can keep the
sexy spitfire for myself.
But the mob wants her back. She
wasn’t meant to live through that night.
No f*cking way I’m going to let
that happen. Tess ignites a fire within me like nothing I’ve ever known. Her
legs are meant to be wrapped around me, and only me. I’ll take on the whole
Russian mob ―hell, the whole world―to keep the one woman who’s meant to belong
to me.
I’ll kill every bastard that
tries to take her away. She can try to run, but she’s not getting away from
this hitman. She’s my possession now.
Warning:
The Hitman’s Possession is
a full-length dark romance novel that’s intended for mature audiences only.
This novel address issues of a serious nature, including violence surrounding
the nature of consent. This novel contains very disturbing situations, graphic
language and violence and explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is
strongly advised.
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We ate in silence,
and she took the containers to the trash. When she returned, she bit her lip.
It was a look I couldn’t read. I had no clue what she was trying to say. I just wanted to grab her luscious ass and see
how she felt when I was deep inside of her. I didn’t care about any looks she would give me, unless she was on her back, legs
in the air and looking wide-eyed up at
me.
“So, Liam… let’s’ cut to the chase. Am I really
your prisoner in this… dump?”
I wickedly laughed. “I think you know the
answer to that.”
“I guess it’s official then?”
“Yeah. Besides, you don’t want to leave
anyway.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because if you go, you think you’ll come
face to face with a ruthless Russian covered in prison tattoos, ready to finish
what those bastards in the alley started. You have no choice but to stay with
me. Like I said before, make yourself at home.”
She looked at the ground. The situation was
clear. She was scared shitless of the Russians,
and she wanted my protection. What wasn’t clear was why the Russians would have
anything to do with some young woman. She didn't give off the same type of vibe
that most whores seem to have. She was also too feisty and didn’t have the dead
eyes of being beaten down by life, or at least not yet. She was brave, too, or
just plain stupid. You would have to be brave or stupid to run from the
Russians like that. Whatever it came down to, it would mean work for me. It was
always the same.
People always wanted something from a man
like me, because I was willing to do the things that most people weren’t. I’d
kill anyone if you paid me enough.
However, I had one rule: no children. Maybe I
was kidding himself, thinking my rule
made me less than a monster.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, my
mind kept dwelling on that hot body of hers. I’d love to have seen that ass
bouncing on my cock as I pounded her deep from behind, one hand grabbing her hip, my other hand reaching around to her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples.
“It’s my bet you’ve made a big mess with the Russians,” I said. “A real
big mess. So, I’m going to need you to tell me why they’re after somebody like you.”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I can’t.
I’m sorry,” she replied. “I don’t trust
you yet.”
“Maybe you’re smarter than you look, then.
Apart from that yet part. You should
never trust me. Let me tell you that up front. Trust me, and you’ll be making a terrible mistake.”
“I don’t think you’re the monster you’re pretending
to be. A monster wouldn’t have stopped when they
heard my screams.”
“You’re wrong, Wendy,” I said, openly staring
at her. “You just have to ask yourself what kind
of monster would take a woman like you as my possession? I’m that kind.”
She looked away, crossing her legs and
sighed.
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Author Info
Tia Lewis is a romance author
from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive
alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players,
mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her
cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.
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