BEAUTIFUL MONSTER: A Dark MM Assassin Romance (ICE AND OBSESSION #7)

He saved me. Then he ruined me. Now I can't walk away.
I thought Marcus would kill me that night in the parking garage.
Then Dante appeared—dark eyes, expensive suit, and hands that knew exactly how to end a life.
He told me Marcus ran away scared.
He lied.
Marcus is dead. Dante killed him right in front of me. And I saw everything.
I should've gone to the police. Should've run as far as I could. But when Dante looked at me with those dangerous eyes and asked me to coffee, I said yes.
I kept saying yes.
To the dates. To his bed. To falling for a man who murders people for money.

I knew something was wrong from the start.
The locked room in his apartment. His strange hours. The way he watches everyone like they're prey.
But I didn't want to see it. Didn't want to admit what he really was.
Until I found his kill room.
Photos of dead people covering the walls. Weapons. Fake passports. Files on every person he's eliminated—including my new mentor at the hospital.
Dr. Hammond didn't die of a heart attack.
Dante killed him. For me. To protect me from a monster.
By being one himself.

Now his organization wants me dead.
They sent a team. Dante fought them off, bleeding and broken.
And when one of them aimed a gun at his head, I didn't freeze.
I pulled the trigger.
I killed a man to save the monster I love.

I'm a doctor. I save lives.
But I just ended one without hesitation. And I'd do it again.
Because Dante isn't just some contract killer. He eliminates predators the law won't touch. Rapists. Abusers. People who hurt the innocent and walk free.
He's a monster. But he's my monster.
And I'm not the same person I was before him.

They say love changes you.
They don't tell you it can turn you into something you don't recognize.
Someone who helps plan murders. Who watches their boyfriend prepare for kills. Who looks at a file of a serial rapist and says "make it hurt."
I've crossed lines I can never uncross.
Become someone my old self would hate.
But when Dante holds me in the dark and tells me he loves me, none of that matters.
Because we're both broken. Both monsters. Both damned.
And somehow, together, we're complete.

This isn't a love story with a happy ending.
This is blood and lies and choosing darkness over light.
This is watching the man you love kill someone and feeling relief instead of horror.
This is becoming an accomplice. A partner. A monster's lover.
This is knowing you should run but staying anyway.
Because some loves don't save you.
They drag you under.
And you go willingly.