Title: 192 (One Ninety-Two)
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 5, 2018
Cover Design: Ally Hastings at Starcrossed Covers
Cover Design: Ally Hastings at Starcrossed Covers
I don’t like hassles.
That’s why I work alone.
No reason to be modest, I’m the best at what I do. And what I do is earn millions from rich bastards who hire me to get back what’s theirs.
Rescuing Viviana Moretti is just another job.
Get in. Get out. Get gone.
Take the money and disappear like always.
Until she cries my name instead of his,
And I finally admit I want her even more than she needs me.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I've
mentioned it in my previous review by Nikki Belaire when it comes to
her Mafia romance genre novels - she really is great at creating a story
that is both mysterious and breathtaking. There's something that
unexpected in her books that simply draw you in and that's what happens
each time that i pick up one of her books.
192
was entirely unexpected. I was thinking i'd be reading a book about
saving someone for love, but in a way, it wasn't. It's dark and it's
engaging to the point where i can't begin to understand or comprehend
just how or why an individual would put themselves through all the pain
and abuse that Viviana goes through at the hands of her husband. Mind
you, the last book i had read by this author was about a second chance
romance of a mafia king that was also a softie when it came to his girl.
So
this book was nothing like i could have expected. There was so much
hope in Viviana that it surprised me. So much hate from Roman that it
make me catch my breath. But most of all, it was full of action and
mystery that i was glad it was simply a piece of fiction because i was
going in with a gun and steel toed boots and would have kicked some
idiot's butt for being such a low life.
Nikki
Belaire is definitely an author that you have to look out for because
if you underestimate her, she will surprise you and even if you don't,
you will have some pretty strong reactions and emotions when it comes to
her characters. And that's a trait that you really want from an author.
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I love her like this. Calm yet playful. Comfortable in my bed and with me. Now that she’s fully awake, we need to celebrate. I nuzzle the side of her throat, sucking on the sweet skin. Welcoming her body arching into mine. “Always right.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Distracted and breathless, her voice wobbles while her hands find me. Stroking my cock that’s as deliriously happy as I am. Confirming I can take her again. I sit up, dragging her up with me and flip her over onto her knees. Moving quickly to curl over her back to keep from frightening her with this new position. “I’m going to take you from behind angel so I can play with that sweet clit of yours while I fuck you.”
“O-okay.”
I guide her small hands to the headboard and curl them around the iron rails. Well aware how weak she is after our long night. “Don’t worry if you can’t hold on. I’ll never let you fall. I will always be here to catch you.”
A sharp gasp blows between her lips from my words in her ear and my hand between her thighs. Already wet as I stroke her. Cupping her pussy so the heel of my palm works her clit while my fingers dip between her folds. Rubbing a spot deep inside that makes her body jolt with the force of a shockwave and a mewl purr in her slender throat. My forearm slides under her bouncing tits, and I position her narrow hips for me to slide in. “Open your legs wider for me princess.”
Immediate compliance from my command. My own voice raspy and thick with need. I can only rub the head of my cock in her essence a few times before I have to push inside. Slow and decadent as her body accepts me and her ass pushes back to my thighs. Seeking all of me. Which is exactly what I’m going to give her. Once I’m fully seated, I thrust deliberate yet unhurried. No need to rush. Not with my future wife who I’m going to fuck every day from now on. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
“Because you love me?”
A sharp stab to my heart from her question. Always needing to confirm since she’s never been loved before and doesn’t quite have the emotion figured out. “Yes, because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Every. Damn. Time. My resolve crumbles when she utters those words, and I plunge into her. Over and over. Answering her breathless cries of pleasure with my dick buried as far as I can. The force overwhelms her, and she crumples. Unable to keep up with me.
And I catch her just like I promised. One hand between her legs teasing her pulsing nub bulging into my palm from me overflowing within her and the other curled around her dainty throat relishing the feel of her moans under my fingers. She’s so close. Erratic and crazed, grinding into me, needing to fly. Almost as much as I do. “Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me you’re going to be my wife.”
My command pushes her over the edge, and she cries out in affirmation. With her agreement, I lose myself too and explode, pulling her tighter against me. Roaring out my release deep inside her as she comes with me. Swearing into her shoulder that I’ll never let her go.
“I like the sound of that.”
Distracted and breathless, her voice wobbles while her hands find me. Stroking my cock that’s as deliriously happy as I am. Confirming I can take her again. I sit up, dragging her up with me and flip her over onto her knees. Moving quickly to curl over her back to keep from frightening her with this new position. “I’m going to take you from behind angel so I can play with that sweet clit of yours while I fuck you.”
“O-okay.”
I guide her small hands to the headboard and curl them around the iron rails. Well aware how weak she is after our long night. “Don’t worry if you can’t hold on. I’ll never let you fall. I will always be here to catch you.”
A sharp gasp blows between her lips from my words in her ear and my hand between her thighs. Already wet as I stroke her. Cupping her pussy so the heel of my palm works her clit while my fingers dip between her folds. Rubbing a spot deep inside that makes her body jolt with the force of a shockwave and a mewl purr in her slender throat. My forearm slides under her bouncing tits, and I position her narrow hips for me to slide in. “Open your legs wider for me princess.”
Immediate compliance from my command. My own voice raspy and thick with need. I can only rub the head of my cock in her essence a few times before I have to push inside. Slow and decadent as her body accepts me and her ass pushes back to my thighs. Seeking all of me. Which is exactly what I’m going to give her. Once I’m fully seated, I thrust deliberate yet unhurried. No need to rush. Not with my future wife who I’m going to fuck every day from now on. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
“Because you love me?”
A sharp stab to my heart from her question. Always needing to confirm since she’s never been loved before and doesn’t quite have the emotion figured out. “Yes, because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Every. Damn. Time. My resolve crumbles when she utters those words, and I plunge into her. Over and over. Answering her breathless cries of pleasure with my dick buried as far as I can. The force overwhelms her, and she crumples. Unable to keep up with me.
And I catch her just like I promised. One hand between her legs teasing her pulsing nub bulging into my palm from me overflowing within her and the other curled around her dainty throat relishing the feel of her moans under my fingers. She’s so close. Erratic and crazed, grinding into me, needing to fly. Almost as much as I do. “Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me you’re going to be my wife.”
My command pushes her over the edge, and she cries out in affirmation. With her agreement, I lose myself too and explode, pulling her tighter against me. Roaring out my release deep inside her as she comes with me. Swearing into her shoulder that I’ll never let her go.
Lights Down Low - Max,gnash
Praying - Kesha
Dusk Till Dawn - Zayn, Sia
Ain't Giving Up - Craig David, Sigala
Treat You Better - Shawn Mendes
Just You and I - Tom Walker
More Than You Know - Axwell Ingrosso
Hero - Enrique Inglesias
Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down
Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses
2U - David Guetta, Justin Bieber
Home - Phillip Phillips
Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for alpha males and bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
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