When the strongest fall, they fall hard...
Wrath has run the streets for so long it’s become ingrained in him. Now he’s at the top, ruling over his underground empire, and he’s never looked back. But the one person who can bring him to his knees is the one person he let down, the one person he knows he can’t have—Lila.
Lila loves Wrath, but circumstances in life weren’t in their favor, and they could never be together. Now a single mother, Lila’s past is behind her and the father of her baby out of her life, and she wants nothing more than to be with Wrath.
There’s no denying they are meant to be together. It goes down to the very marrow. But can these two damaged souls realize the only light they’ll find in their darkness is with each other?
Be Warned: spanking, anal play
Wrath could have taken her ten times over back at the car, but Lila deserved so much better.
This is a bad fucking idea.
Yeah, it was, because this wasn’t what he’d planned on doing. This wasn’t how he’d seen this night going. He’d planned on telling her he was walking away. Not that he had thought it would have changed anything, but telling her that he couldn’t be around her because he was a selfish bastard seemed like the best route.
I could have just disappeared without doing all of this, cut all ties with her and Tank. It would have saved him from any confrontation, from breaking down and giving in to her.
Just like I’m doing now.
But when she’d told him she was in love with him, all common sense had left him. Wrath didn’t want to let her go, even if it was the best option for her.
He closed the front door, set the Bentley keys on the table beside him, and stared at Lila. He’d only been about twenty minutes from his house—one of many that he owned. They hadn’t spoken the entire time, but the heat in the car, the arousal he’d felt come from her had been tangible.
She walked around, checking everything out, and he let her. Hell, he was checking her out in the process.
“Your house is incredible.”
It’s just things, Lila.
You’re incredible. You’re what’s important.
His whole life he’d worked for what he had, gathered possessions, ruled over this world he’d created. But when it came to Lila she was the only thing that mattered. At the end of the day this was just shit he’d surrounded himself with to fill this dark, bottomless hole in his soul.
“Come here,” he said, his voice low, husky. He should go slow with her, cherish her for hours, but he couldn’t control himself right now.
She turned around and moved a few steps closer. The images of her on top of him in the Bentley played through his head. She was gorgeous, with her hair now down and hanging around her shoulders, the waves looking messy like she’d had the wind blowing through it.
“It’s only ever been you,” he said, and he saw her throat work as she swallowed. “Come closer, Lila.” She did as he said until she was a foot from him. The air around him was charged, and the scent of her, so sweet, so intoxicating, filled his head. He felt drunk, high, hell, he felt like he wasn’t even on solid ground with her standing so close.
“Wrath,” she whispered his name, and he forced himself not to close his eyes at the sound.