The King of Hearts (The Raven Group)

“You’re mine, vicious. Breathe it. Live it. Sear it into your fucking soul.” Being mine isn’t a choice. It’s an irrefutable fact. Not born of fate, or destiny, or some cosmic bullshit. There is no divine intervention that makes it so. It just simply is. I don't like it when other men touch what's mine. It makes me see red. Those people who have the audacity to touch my vicious little Savina? I erase them and carve out their hearts. I send those souvenirs to her as a warning to prove just how fucking serious I am when it comes to her. My vicious isn't fazed by my gruesome gifts. She has secrets. Ones that would put her and her whole family in prison. One of those secrets is called The Raven Group. A team of killers who… well, you'll see. The point is, I know all her secrets. The depraved ones. The dirty ones. The bloody ones. And I'll use them all to bend her to my will. Because I'm the king of fucking hearts, and I'll snatch hers from her chest as well.

This is a dark romance that contains disturbing material. It is highly advised to check the author's website for a list of warnings.