Taming the Mafia Lord
My freedom cost four million dollars—a debt my father couldn't pay. So, Mafia King Damiano Moretti took me instead. At nineteen, I was supposed to be starting my life, not wearing his ring. Determined to break before I bow, I did the unthinkable at our engagement gala: I publicly slapped him. I expected death. Instead, his dark eyes flared with raw, dangerous lust. My defiance didn't anger him it aroused him. Now trapped in his bed, every touch is a breathless sin, a volatile war where my body betrays my hatred for his intoxicating, possessive touch.