It’s The Dawg In Him For Me: An Unhinged Romance
Men be thinking they are bigger than the program. Like they should be able to get whoever and whatever they want with no repercussions.
That BS don’t slide with me.
I’m not the type to play with.
So when Rosama came into my life thinking he could do whatever he wanted, I made sure he knew real quick that I wasn’t one of the women he could run game on. He was used to getting his way, used to women falling in line, and damn sure used to being the one applying pressure.
Then he met me.
I wasn’t looking for a man like Rosama, and I damn sure wasn’t expecting to fall for one.
But let’s just say there was something about that dark chocolate specimen of a man that kept pulling me back in.
Maybe it was the way he stood on business. Maybe it was the way he could get under my skin and still have me wanting to be right back around him. Or maybe it was the fact that underneath all that tough Big Dawg energy was a man who knew exactly how to make me feel like I was his.
And Rosama was possessive as hell about what he considered his.
He had a way of keeping me close even when I tried to put distance between us. I could get soft with him, but never soft enough to forget myself. I still knew how to push his buttons, and he knew exactly how to apply pressure when he felt me slipping too far away.
Neither one of us knew how to back down.
And somehow, that toxic attraction only pulled us closer.
I knew I was playing with fire.
I just didn’t know I was going to fall for the dawg holding the match.
Once my heart got involved, everything changed.
Because a real one will tell you everything.
At least, that’s what I thought.
But when the truth finally comes out and I realize Rosama has been keeping things from me, all that love, loyalty, and possessive energy between us is not going to save him.
Loving him won’t stop me from making him pay.
I might’ve fallen for the dawg, but I’m still me.
And if Rosama thinks having my heart means he gets a pass for lying to my face, then he clearly forgot who he was dealing with.
In this African American romance filled with possessive love, toxic attraction, betrayal, pressure, and an unhinged man who does not play about what he considers his, falling in love is only half the problem.
The other half is what happens after the truth comes out.
If you’re a fan of African American romance, possessive alpha males, toxic love stories, street romance, betrayal, and unhinged men who apply pressure, then It’s The Dawg In Him For Me: An Unhinged Romance by Indica is one you’ll want to read.
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It’s The Dawg In Him For Me: An Unhinged Romance
Men be thinking they are bigger than the program. Like they should be able to get whoever and whatever they want with no repercussions.
That BS don’t slide with me.
I’m not the type to play with.
So when Rosama came into my life thinking he could do whatever he wanted, I made sure he knew real quick that I wasn’t one of the women he could run game on. He was used to getting his way, used to women falling in line, and damn sure used to being the one applying pressure.
Then he met me.
I wasn’t looking for a man like Rosama, and I damn sure wasn’t expecting to fall for one.
But let’s just say there was something about that dark chocolate specimen of a man that kept pulling me back in.
Maybe it was the way he stood on business. Maybe it was the way he could get under my skin and still have me wanting to be right back around him. Or maybe it was the fact that underneath all that tough Big Dawg energy was a man who knew exactly how to make me feel like I was his.
And Rosama was possessive as hell about what he considered his.
He had a way of keeping me close even when I tried to put distance between us. I could get soft with him, but never soft enough to forget myself. I still knew how to push his buttons, and he knew exactly how to apply pressure when he felt me slipping too far away.
Neither one of us knew how to back down.
And somehow, that toxic attraction only pulled us closer.
I knew I was playing with fire.
I just didn’t know I was going to fall for the dawg holding the match.
Once my heart got involved, everything changed.
Because a real one will tell you everything.
At least, that’s what I thought.
But when the truth finally comes out and I realize Rosama has been keeping things from me, all that love, loyalty, and possessive energy between us is not going to save him.
Loving him won’t stop me from making him pay.
I might’ve fallen for the dawg, but I’m still me.
And if Rosama thinks having my heart means he gets a pass for lying to my face, then he clearly forgot who he was dealing with.
In this African American romance filled with possessive love, toxic attraction, betrayal, pressure, and an unhinged man who does not play about what he considers his, falling in love is only half the problem.
The other half is what happens after the truth comes out.
If you’re a fan of African American romance, possessive alpha males, toxic love stories, street romance, betrayal, and unhinged men who apply pressure, then It’s The Dawg In Him For Me: An Unhinged Romance by Indica is one you’ll want to read.