My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed
The phantom sensation of his body pressed against mine, the wicked heat of his tongue on my ear, and the terrifying ache still pulsing between my thighs refuses to fade.
Francesca comes to a stop directly in front of me, her face stern, arms cross over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion. "I asked a question, Bianca. And why are you shaking like you’ve seen a ghost?"
A ghost.
The words hit me like ice water.
Yes. That's exactly what Luca is, a ghost from my darkest past, risen from the depths to haunt me, to ruin me.
But I can’t speak.
The words are lodged in my throat, choking me. My lips part, but nothing comes out except a shallow, ragged breath.