Fiona Murphy
Beautiful Broken Obsession
Beautiful Broken Obsession
Couldn't load pickup availability
- Purchase the E-Book instantly
- Receive the Download Link via Email
- Send to Preferred E-Reader and Enjoy!
“You’re getting married. Milos Levin needs a wife. He heads the Russian mafia—Bratva—here in Chicago. It’s time for him to get married, he wants kids and he wants them soon.”
Ice slides down my spine. Milos Levin is a man who has haunted my dreams and nightmares for the last four years. As the daughter of the Don of the Outfit, I knew this was a possibility. Yet I hoped since I made it to the ancient age of twenty-three, I was safe from a mob marriage. I’m the weird cat lady, too fat, and my mother is half Filipino. I shouldn’t have anyone asking for me—but Milos isn’t asking for me.
All he wants is a woman who fits his needs, someone who will cement his relationship with the Outfit and give him the children he wants. He would take my sister if she were willing because, as he told Carlo, all women are the same in the dark. But Carlo picked me, and I’ll do anything to protect my little sister.
Or so I tell myself—but that’s the biggest lie of all. The truth is four years ago I met Milos Levin on a freezing February morning, and I’ve never been the same since. I’ll marry him because I think that day, as crazy as it sounds, I fell in love with him.
But I can’t let Milos know that. Ever. He’s mafia, and whatever the name, their ways are all the same: take until there’s nothing left, then leave the enemy broken. I won’t be broken by him, or anyone. I won’t become my mother, willing to endure the affairs and lies in exchange for the money and status.
***
Four years and three months—one thousand, five hundred and forty-seven days—I have known Celia was mine. I have watched over her, listened to her, protected her. There is nothing I have not done and would not do to keep her safe and mine.
What it started as. I do not know. but now it can only be defined as an obsession. Celia is mine. Like me, she has known it all this time. Why she is suddenly fighting me as our wedding day draws closer, I do not understand. It does not matter. The day is nothing more than a formality.
I have never claimed to be a good or patient man. For her I was. That time is at an end. My kitten is baring her claws. She will find the veneer of civility I show the world is far thinner than she ever imagined—for in the end I am Bratva. We take what we want, ruthlessly and completely, and we never let it go.
This is a standalone first in series that does not end in a cliffhanger. While Tony and Dominic Sabatini from the HIS: Sabatini Family series appear, you need not have read them to enjoy this. This novel includes spankings and rough sexual scenes. If such things offend you, please do not purchase.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I stand at the French doors to the garden behind Carlo’s home. Milos Levin is standing in front of a bench looking into the ostentatious koi pond. In Russian, Levin means lion, and it fits him perfectly. Tightly coiled power radiates in waves so thick it moves the air around him.
The sun loves him, caressing his honey skin the way I wish I could. Silver catches the rays among his black hair—more than the last time I saw him almost six months ago.
Feeling my eyes on him, his head comes up. Through the glass our eyes meet. Eerie bright yellow eyes command me to him. Obeying, I open the doors and leave the safety of the house.
Milos Levin is six foot four and a wall of muscle. At first glance he’s formidable. Look a little longer at him in his usual black on black—a silk suit cut to fit him, black dress shirt and black tie—with his unique yellow eyes, and he’s downright scary. Intelligent people fear him, even if they aren’t aware he’s Bratva.
I’m tongue-tied at how close he is after thinking I would never see him again. A barely there smile shimmers across his sexy, full lips. It causes a twisting in my chest so tight it aches.
He offers his hand. “Milos Levin. It is nice to finally meet you after hearing so much about you from Carlo.”
Confusion at his words stills me. His eyes flick to the house and I understand. My hand goes into his, so big, so strong. The electricity that always surges through me at his touch is still there. After four years, I’m reconciled it always will be. It no longer scares me—it makes me feel warm and safe. Two things I never thought I would feel when it comes to this man on the first day I met him.
I aim for what I think I might have said if the hand holding mine hadn’t already brought me to tears from spanking me, and later made me scream his name as he gave me my first orgasm from a man. “Celia Parker. I’m sure half of what Carlo told you is complete bullshit.”
An eyebrow goes up as he lets my hand go. He nods to the bench. I sit and he does too, a mere six inches from me. Close enough his body heat reaches me, yet not as close as I want him to be. Twisting his upper body toward me, his strong arm runs along the back of the bench. His large hand is only inches away from my neck. “That is why I wanted to meet with you before I moved forward with the marriage contract. To ensure you are accepting of becoming my wife.”
Closing my eyes, I fight for composure at the words—his wife. They were the last thing I thought I would hear from Milos Levin. Especially after how wrong everything went the last time I saw him.
“Celia? I will not move forward with this if it is not what you want. It is time for me to marry, to have children. However, if you do not—”
“You’ll take Carina, because all women are the same in the dark.” The words are bitter on my tongue.
His chuckle is gravel and smoke. “Your father liked that.”
“You thought I would?” Anger gives me the strength to open my eyes. Despite the chuckle, there is no sign of it or his thoughts on his harshly beautiful face—like always. “You want a breeding mare from good stock, so I’m the one you’re willing to take to cement your relationship with the Outfit, with Carlo. And if I don’t accept, you’ll take my little sister. What about Anna Kovalenko? For the last five months she’s been warming your bed. Why aren’t you marrying her? Is her family not going to get you all the power you want?”
His thumb runs along the back of my neck. I feel the light touch throughout every cell in my body. Air is tight in my lungs. “Stop.” I hate the way it comes out of me in a moan.
“Stop?” Lowering his head to within inches of my ear, his hot breath runs over my neck. I can’t contain the shiver that runs through me. “I’d hoped you had matured. It was one of the reasons I left you alone as long as I did. Saying stop when you want more and no when you mean yes is a childish game. Didn’t you learn anything from the last time we met?”
His reference to that day pierces me deep, leaving me blinking back tears—no, he can’t see them. He doesn’t deserve them. I cried enough over that day.
Yellow runs over me, there is no hiding anything from him. “Why would I want Carina when I could have a wife whose body reacts to me the way yours does? Your answer—do you agree to our marriage or not?”
For a split second there is a glimmer of…is it fear, worry in his eyes? How could it be when he has to know I would never—could never tell him no? Hadn’t he just said what drove me craziest? A simple touch was enough to melt my bones, turning me weak and wanting for him.
“Yes, fine.” I push the words out of tight lungs.
Share
