Mafia princess Katherine ‘Kat’ Marino doesn’t have a choice. Promised to her father’s enemy, Kat agrees to marry Angelo Vitale because duty compels her. All she has to do is pretend to be Angelo’s obedient wife. Liking the vicious monster in the expensive suit had never part of the plan. But Angelo’s possessive touch sets her skin on fire and his ardent kisses leave her wanting more. When the line between hate and love blurs, can Kat surrender her heart to a savage king?
A business arrangement—that was all Kat amounted to. Fragile and boring are not the words Angelo would use to describe his new bride. She’s feisty and passionate, a queen capable of bringing a ruthless killer like Angelo to his knees. If he’s not careful, Kat might slip past his guards and own his tainted heart.
Angelo tugged her close for another passionate kiss. Kat started undoing the buttons of his suit. The expression on her face, hungry and impatient, captivated him.
“Let me assist you with that,” Angelo said. He took off his suit, setting it on the arm of a nearby sofa.
“Where’s the bedroom?” she asked.
“This way. My, you are relentless,” he said.
“Is that a bad thing?” Kat asked as she followed him inside his seldom-used bedroom. A cleaning service came in twice a week, so the room was clean and the sheets were fresh at the very least.
“No, I like it,” Angelo said. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
Kat blushed at the compliment. She suddenly seemed unsure of what to do next. It was time for Angelo to take control.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Kat did as he asked. He tugged the zipper of her dress, exposing the smooth line of her back and her black bra. He noted she wore matching black lace panties. Angelo’s hunger hit him full-force but he restrained himself like a gentleman and helped Kat out of her dress.
Finally, she stood before him in her underwear. She smiled at him, then undid her bra clasp. Kat allowed that to fall to the ground. Her panties came next.
Angelo started on the buttons of his dress shirt, impatient to get the night moving.
“Bed,” he managed to grit out. Kat climbed on the bed and he couldn’t take his eyes from the generous swell of her breasts, hell, to every sweet curve of her perfect body. A goddess lay on his bed and he intended to do what he willed with her.