The Don's Good Girl

I was born to be a bargaining chip. A daughter. A pawn. A cage dressed in silk.

Until him.

Damiano DeLuca - the ruthless don my father swore was the devil himself.

I should have feared him. I should have run. Instead, I burned.

His voice makes me tremble. His hands make me ache.

And when he binds me in silk, whispers good girl against my ear, I forget the world outside his bed even exists.

But desire in the mafia is dangerous. Every kiss is a betrayal.

Every touch is a war. My father wants me back in his cage.

Damiano wants to ruin me until I can't remember his name without moaning it.

And me? I want both ruin and fire. I want to watch one empire fall while I kneel at the feet of another.

Because this isn't just forbidden love. It's obsession. It's blood and silk.

It's the kind of desire that destroys everything in its path.

And I'm not sure I'll survive it...

I'm not sure I want to.