The mafia princess is off-limits. Good thing I don’t have any f*cking limits.
I’m a dangerous man.
The targets on my hit list can’t hide from me. Men cower before me. And women can’t resist my ripped, tattooed body.
I get everything I want.
And all I want is revenge. That motherf*cker Don Pavoni executed my parents, and for that he’ll pay in blood.
Then I see her. Alessandra. Her curves make me hard as a f*cking diamond. Those luscious lips look perfect wrapped around my c*ck. Her gorgeous dark eyes beg me to set her free from her gilded cage… one glance and I’m hooked. She’s mine.
Just one problem. She’s Don Pavoni’s daughter.
This time, I can’t have it all. It’s either revenge or Alessandra, and I don’t know which one tastes sweeter…
I’m a hitman for the Russian mafia, a savage killer. I stalk my targets with bloodlust in my heart, while my family rots away in the wet Moscow soil. I’ve got nothing. No one.
Then I met her. Such a sweet little thing, her body driving me wild up on that stage. But there’s so much torment in those baby blues. She’s too good for this life, too good for a murderer like me.
My mission was just a side job. Kidnap her, cash her out for a cool hundred grand.
F*ck that. Not with those killer curves and those submissive eyes that beg for my domination. I’m gonna take her and protect her until the bitter end, even if it means slaughtering every last son of a b*tch in this city.
I accidentally married the BIGGEST bad boy in pro football…
I was born into the high life: private schools, finishing classes – groomed to look pretty hanging on a rich man’s arm.
That is, until I walk in on my fiancé f*cking his secretary across his desk.
Now I’m a princess on the run, and escape from the life I never wanted steers me right into the last man I’d ever call a prince charming.
Austin Taylor is the crude, arrogant pro quarterback with cocky cowboy smile and the notorious tabloid record longer than his- well…
A princess like me should have nothing to do with a beast of a man like that, except Austin Taylor has an offer I may not be able to refuse.
Half a million dollars to be his trophy wife.
It’s fake, of course – all a show for the cameras and the press to rehab his bad boy reputation.
Fake, that is, until we wake up actually married in Vegas.
Now I’m really married to the most notorious, most possessive, most gorgeous man in pro football. The man with the glint in his eyes that gets me hot in places it shouldn’t. The man who’s dirty, filthy words have me melting for him.