“She was fearless. Ruthless and completely beautiful.
Rebellious hair was surrounding her divine face while the eyes spit out pure fire.
The dress, slightly raised, allowed every man in the room to see her toned thighs but the gun she held in her hand would kill anyone near her.
Fuck if she was beautiful, beautiful but she wasn’t mine.
“Anger, blind fury was pure fire for my soul. But once I was satisfied for the first time in my life, I felt lost.
What was I but a fucking body that men liked? A woman ready to lower her head and serve the man’s pleasure.
Of course, that was certainly my father’s wish.
But as my name testifies, Venus D’Angeli doesn’t submit to anyone.
Not even in front of that divine body of Blade Vitali.”