Maybe Always (Maybe Series Book 3) by Ella Miles

rules disappear. You wouldn’t have to pay your dues. You wouldn’t have to wait for answers. I could tell you everything if you were mine. If you let me claim you. If you let me fuck you and marry you, then you wouldn’t have to wait.”  
    I raise my eyebrows at his absurd proposal. I stand up, and he straightens his body just a little until his body is pressed against mine.  
    “Really? You would do that for me? You would fuck me and marry me?”  
    Nacio grabs my ass, tightly pulling me against his growing erection. “Yes, I would do that for you. It’s what any princess like you would want. To be taken care of by a strong, competent man like me. I have money. I have power. You would never have to worry about a thing again.”
    “We would run the organization together, fifty-fifty?” I ask, letting him keep his hands on my ass, despite wanting to rip his arms off for what he is doing.  
    He shrugs. “Not fifty-fifty. The organization has never been run that way. There always has to be one person in power and one person who has less. But you wouldn’t have to get your hands dirty. Admit it; this isn’t the life for you. You don’t want to kill people. That’s not what you want. You just want the benefits that come from this business, just like you have always had. Marry me, and you would never have to worry about getting your hands dirty.”  
    He grabs my neck. “And you would never have to worry about not being satisfied again,” he whispers in my ear.  
    I try not to flinch as shivers travel throughout my body. But, this time, I’m not turned on by sexy words being whispered in my ear. My body shivers out of revulsion and tries to shake him off my body.  
    “Who’s in control now? Who has the power now?”  
    “Me,” he says.  
    I know he’s lying. His eyes dilate, and his nostrils flare. He needs me to marry him and give him whatever power I have in this organization. It would give him the power he desperately seeks.  
    “What about your brother, my mother, my grandfather? If we married, what would we do with them? Wouldn’t they be upset that they’ll lose out on having the power in the organization?”  
    He smiles and then licks his lips, like a tiger would just before it pounced on its meal. He thinks he’s won, and I’m the meal.  
    “I wouldn’t worry about them. They couldn’t protest if we were already married.”  
    I glance over his shoulder, unable to look at his lust-filled eyes any longer. I have to keep a look of disgust off my face. I look at his desk, trying to decide on what I’m going to do. Do I say yes? Would that be easier? Or do I say hell no and try to find another way to gain his trust?  
    That’s when I see it. My purse is sitting on the corner of his desk. He’s known who I am the whole time. The whole time he had me locked in the basement, he knew who I was, and he still kept me locked up like I was a dog. He thinks he can control me and do whatever the fuck he wants with me.  
    He’s wrong.  
    I glance back to Nacio, who has a smug look on his face.  
    “So, what do you say, sweetheart?”  
    Nacio leans down to my neck to kiss me, but I don’t let him get that far. I take my knee and knee him in the groin as hard as I can.  
    He releases me and grabs his groin as he writhes in pain. I walk around to the other side of his desk and grab my purse.  
    “I told you I would remove your balls if you touched me again without my permission. Don’t do it again.”
    He looks at me with a deep grimace. His eyes have turned darker, and I know I shouldn’t have done that. He will make me pay for hurting him. I don’t think anybody gets away with hurting him without paying. But it was worth it. Whatever he does to me, I can take it just to see the look of shock and pain on his disgusting face.  
    I hold up my purse to him. He doesn’t say anything. He just keeps grabbing his balls.  
    “You knew who I was the whole time. You had my purse, and