LOGINShe thought she was giving her innocence to the man she loved. Instead, she woke up in the arms of the devil himself—Dante Moretti, the ruthless Mafia Don who rules the city with blood and iron. Essa Kane planned a perfect first time with her boyfriend Enzo. One night of passion in a dimly lit penthouse changed everything. The powerful body claiming her so possessively wasn’t Enzo’s. It was his father’s. Now Dante has her locked in a contract marriage “for her protection.” Cold, obsessive, and dangerously addictive, he watches her every move, touches her like she already belongs to him, and warns the world: touch her and die. But Enzo and her traitorous best friend Lila won’t let her go so easily. They plot to break her, pass her around, and destroy the empire. When the gang closes in, Dante storms through them like a hurricane, claiming Essa as his woman in front of everyone. In a world of betrayal, secrets, and power plays, Essa must survive the Don’s dark obsession while fighting the dangerous pull between hate and unbearable desire. She started as a vulnerable pawn. She will rise as the Mafia Queen who brings even the untouchable Dante to his knees.
View MoreThe window rattled harder, the shadow outside pressing against the sheer curtain like a ghost trying to break through.My heart slammed into my throat. I stumbled back from the balcony door, phone still clutched in my sweaty palm, the mysterious text about Dante’s “file” burning in my mind. Someone was out there—on the 42nd floor. How? This was supposed to be Dante’s fortress.“Essa?” Dante’s voice carried from the living room, sharp and alert. Footsteps headed my way fast.I wanted to scream for him, but fear glued my tongue. The intruder’s silhouette shifted, gloved hand testing the lock. Another rattle. Then a faint click—like a tool working the mechanism.Run. But where? The only way out was through Dante or straight into whoever wanted me dead. My core desire clawed at me—to feel safe, loved, in control after all the betrayals. Yet here I was, trapped between my boyfriend’s unstable world and his father’s dangerous one, my body still humming from Dante’s earlier touch.The bedroo
“Essa? Baby, come out. Daddy’s here to take you home.”Enzo’s voice sliced through the penthouse like a knife, smug and mocking, followed by Lila’s soft, familiar laugh that turned my stomach.I froze behind Dante, my hands fisting in the back of his shirt. The crash of shattered glass still echoed in my ears, and my heart slammed so hard I could barely breathe. Enzo was supposed to be my boyfriend—the guy I’d trusted with my fears, my body, my future. Instead, he’d sent me to the wrong suite like bait, and now he was here with my best friend, acting like he owned me.Dante didn’t flinch. His body stayed rock-solid in front of me, gun steady in his hand as he faced the living room. “Stay exactly where you are, Essa,” he murmured, voice low and calm, the kind of calm that promised violence if crossed. His free hand reached back, fingers brushing my hip in a brief, possessive touch that sent unwanted heat racing through me despite everything.I wanted to run. To scream. But my legs woul
I couldn’t breathe with Dante standing so close, his eyes burning into mine like he could see every dirty thought I was trying to bury.The realization hit me harder than the gunshot still ringing in my head: part of me didn’t want to leave this penthouse. Not tonight. Maybe not at all. That truth scared me more than the blood on his cuff or the danger lurking downstairs.“You’re staying,” he repeated, voice low and final, like the decision had already been made and I was just catching up. His broad frame blocked the door, shoulders tense under the black shirt, the faint outline of his holster visible. At forty-six, he carried power the way other men carried grudges—quiet, heavy, impossible to ignore.My hands shook as I clutched my phone tighter. “You can’t just decide that for me. I have a life. Friends. Enzo—” The name tasted wrong now, like ash in my mouth. My boyfriend. The guy I’d planned to give everything to tonight. Instead, I was trapped in his father’s suite, my skin still
Dante’s arm tightened around me like steel, his body a solid wall between me and whatever nightmare waited outside that door.The gunshot still echoed in my ears, sharp and final, mixing with the frantic thud of my heart. I pressed my face against his chest, inhaling that dangerous mix of cedar and gun oil, and for one stupid second, I felt safer than I ever had with Enzo. Then reality crashed back. This was his world. Blood and bullets and power plays. And I’d just stumbled straight into the middle of it wearing a dress meant for losing my virginity to his son.“What’s happening?” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt. My hands fisted in the fabric before I could stop myself. He was warm. Too warm. Too real.“Stay quiet.” His voice rumbled low, calm in a way that only made the fear sharper. His free hand moved to the small of my back, pressing me closer as another muffled shout came from the hallway. Footsteps pounded past our door, then faded.I pulled back just enough to






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