Tempted By The Devil Michelle Heard Quotes

If she marries me, she’ll have a fucking castle and everything her heart desires.

A kiss is the only thing I have control over, and I want it to happen when I’m in love with Angelo.

Angelo Rizzo; 34. Vittoria – Tori Romano; 23.

Every day, I’m surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.

Angelo is still one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra.

You’re not the boss here. You’re her husband.

Why do you call me your little deer?” I’m not fluent in Italian, but I know enough to understand the term of endearment. “You’re skittish like one.

You’re an exquisite work of art.

Say my name like that again, and I will fuck you raw.

I’ll protect you with all my strength. I’ll love you until the day I die. From this moment, I live for you, my precious wife.

instead of hating me, she’s asking me if I’m okay. With my walls down, she walks into my black heart and makes herself right at home, and for the first time in my life, I feel a flicker of love. I’ve taken her innocence, and instead of destroying it with my brutal nature, it’s shining a glimmer of light in the vast darkness of my soul.

I’m going to make you love me so much that you can’t live without me. I’ll become your god and the one you pray to.” I pull my fingers through her curls. “And I’ll love you like you’re my salvation.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.” –— George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones.

almost let out a snort. Listening to my stepbrother go on and on about how important he is in the Cosa Nostra is ridiculous.

Giorgio is…well, he’s a narcissistic asshole. There’s no other way to put it. Everyone knows there are only five bosses in the Cosa Nostra – Rizzo, Torrisi, Vitale, La Rosa, and Falco. The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.

Instantly, I’m hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.

Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà’s place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio’s head, and he’s become downright unbearable to live with.

Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left. I was only sixteen, but Giorgio’s word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I’m twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.

I suspect he’s only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five. He’s already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women. Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can’t blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.

Cettina, Giorgio’s mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.

Whenever he’s forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I’m the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded Giorgio for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs. He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he’s holding out for my inheritance.

To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.

Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.

I can’t believe I just came face-to-face with Angelo Rizzo. God, the man is intense. And handsome. And freaking scary.

Just two more years, then you can make a clean break from Giorgio and this world.

My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he’s about to shit himself. He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn’t done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that’s starting to cost me money.

I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.

Vittoria is twenty-three,” I mention. Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. “Yes.” “She’s of marrying age.

My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York. I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family.

Fuck, has it already been fifteen years? Time flies when you’re making money. No wonder Uncle Maurizio’s been on my case about getting married. He’s scared I’ll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.

the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos. At least she’s fucking Sicilian. I shake my head again because I sure as fuck don’t want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.

She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she’s been beaten before. My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother.

My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio’s mother, died. Now, it’s filled with hopelessness and violence.

was the apple of Papà’s eye until the day he died. Even when he married Cettina, things didn’t change. I thought I was the luckiest girl for getting a loving stepmother and big brother. Things were so good until they passed away. It felt like my life went from sunny to thunderous in the blink of an eye,

Angelo’s eyes narrow again. “You’re a virgin?” Oh, geez. I nod again. “You’ve never dated?” More heat pours into my cheeks as I nod for the third time.

She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.

It aggravates the fuck out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria’s virginity to me as payment for his debt. She’s worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars. She’s worth more than Giorgio’s pathetic life.

I’d bet every last dime I have on my name she hasn’t even been kissed. Mesmerized by the woman, I murmur, “Have you ever been kissed?” Her brows furrow together while the pink on her cheeks deepens in color. Christ, she’s so fucking innocent that a simple question about a kiss has her blushing. Vittoria shakes her head, and I can see how difficult it is for her to keep eye contact with me.

Since she was a teen, she’s had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She’s keeping herself pure for marriage.

My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she’s a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can’t know about the wedding, I’ll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don’t want her fucking stepbrother knowing I’m taking more than just her virginity. Once I have her in front of the priest, she won’t be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me. Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me? No. Not one bit. In my territory, I take what I want.

Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.

Relax, Vittoria. I don’t plan on killing you.

I’m high from the exhilaration of hunting my little deer.

Franco, Renzo, and Dario also stand up while Dario says, “None of us are missing out on this.” The incident won’t bring bad blood between Damiano and me, but I can’t promise Vito will live to see another day.

Dario, you’re driving.” I take the passenger seat of the G-Wagon while Damiano, Franco, and Renzo climb into the back.

God help whoever gets in the way of me putting my ring on Vittoria’s finger.

Trust the devil to live in a place that looks like heaven.

There’s no running away. There’s no place to hide. The dangerous man in front of me is my future.

You had a choice between marrying me or giving your virginity to me before being forced to marry another man.

I’ve made a vow, and I intend to keep it. I’ll be your wife in every sense of the word.” When he just stares at me, I add, “But I have one request.” “What?” “No kissing me on the mouth.” A frown line appears between his eyes as he mutters, “Why?” “It’s the one thing I’d like to keep until I’ve developed feelings for you.

I might not love her yet, but I want to do right by her from the start. I refuse to be a piece of shit like my father.

your innocence is intoxicating

Her red-rimmed eyes and the tears on her cheeks take a sledgehammer to the high walls around my heart and smash right through them.

Giorgio has informed me you’re untouched.” What. The. Hell?

If I’m too soft on her, she’ll walk all over me.” “No. If you’re too hard on her, she’ll never love you.

Really? Does the way he eats have to be so hot?

A kiss never meant anything to me until she slammed me with the restriction. Now, it’s the one thing I want most in the world.

The most intense emotion detonates in my soul and my entire world shifts on its axis. Brutal possessiveness. Unreasonable jealousy. Violent protectiveness. They all shudder through my body as this woman claims every inch of my dark soul.

Angelo might be a devil when it comes to other people, but with me, he’s an angel.

Christ, I’m high from the exhilaration of hunting my little deer.

The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.

Are you here for confession?” I let out a chuckle, and shaking my head, I say, “I’m comfortable with the idea of going to hell.

Once Vittoria is married to me, I’m killing Giorgio with my bare hands for touching her, and then I can fucking focus on my work.

The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I’ll never hit a woman.

It felt like my life went from sunny to thunderous in the blink of an eye, and the storm hasn’t stopped. If anything, things just keep getting more volatile.

You look tired.” Wow, what a way to say I look terrible.

I’ll see you soon, piccola cerviatta.

Father, did I do something to upset you? It’s really starting to feel like you have forsaken me.

It feels as if my usually quiet life is spiraling into an abyss of chaos and violence, and I don’t understand why.

Not that I’m being pushy, Father, but can you send me a fairy godmother to clean up this mess?

Fidelity. Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it. Men in the Cosa Nostra don’t know the meaning of monogamy.

I squash her to me, and an unexpected groan rumbles from my chest. God, she feels good in my arms.

Holy crap, this is intense and intimate, and he’s barely touching me.

Look at me,” I demand.

You’re such a good fucking girl.

Angelo will hurt anyone who lays a finger on me.

He’s already swallowed his bite when he chuckles, “Eat the fruit, la mia tentatrice.” I beg to differ. I’m the one who’s tempted by the devil.

Mia raggio di sole.

If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to spontaneously combust.

You’re the light in my life, Vittoria. Mia raggio di sole. Without you, there is only darkness.

I push her so she lies down on the island, then say, “You’re the only dessert I want.

Her first kiss.

You’re worth more than all the money in the world. You’re fucking priceless, Vittoria.

Either you’re fucking stupid, or you have the biggest pair of balls I’ve ever seen.

To my readers who dream about meeting their own morally grey villain who’ll love and worship them.