His Virgin Stripper
The stethoscope around Dave’s neck was a lie. The engagement ring on my finger was a cage.
I thought I was marrying the man of my dreams, a brilliant surgeon with a heart of gold. But when my friends dragged me to a back-alley club to relax, the gold on my finger became so hot, it burned. Seeing my fiancé naked on a pole, lost in a live orgy for the world to see, didn't just break my heart. It incinerated my soul.
One OnlyFans link later, the good girl in me was dead.
Driven by a surging hunger for revenge, I traded my bridal veil for 6-inch heels, and accepted a job offer in the most exclusive club in Las Vegas. But on my first night, I caught the eye of the one man I should fear… Marcello Vitale, the deadliest Don in the Italian Mafia.
He doesn't want a lap dance. He wants me in his private basement. And in this world, when a King demands, a sinner like me obeys.