Harper Valenti doesn’t have a choice. Reduced to a pawn in a sick Don’s game, Harper is tasked with seducing and killing Bratva Pakhan Mikhail Konstantin. Failure means her father’s death and her own, but even the best-laid plans tend to unravel. Harper finds herself on the receiving end of a cold and calculating crime boss but Mikhail isn’t what he seems.
Most men would immediately dispose of their assassins but Mikhail Konstantin is unlike most men. Harper doesn’t just intrigue him. She’s become his new obsession. It doesn’t hurt the sparks between them burn undeniably hot. Mikhail decides to take care of his problems in one fell swoop. He’ll take care of their common enemy. In return, Harper will be his wife and Mikhail will make sure the ties that bind them will never be broken.
“We’re strangers. How do you know I won’t try again?” Harper asked.
“Would you bite the hand that feeds you?” Mikhail asked. She stiffened.
“I’m no one’s dog, not anymore,” she whispered. “If I agree to this outrageous offer, and I still think it’s crazy, I’m not some tool you can order around.”
“Haven’t you been listening? I’m not interested in acquiring a mindless servant,” Mikhail said. “So I take it you’re saying yes?”
Harper stood up and offered him his hand. A handshake? Really? “Shake on it?” she asked.
Mikhail chuckled. He banded a hand around her waist and drew her close. Harper ended up sitting on his lap. He watched what she’d do next. If she pulled away, he would let her go.
Instead, Harper remained where she was. She even gripped his shoulders for balance. Mikhail slipped a possessive arm around her waist. Then he slipped it lower, on the curve of her ass. She let out a breath.
“We’ll seal the deal with a kiss,” he said. Mikhail groaned when she experimentally rubbed herself against him. Her breasts under the thin fabric of one of his old shirts felt amazing against his chest. He bet if he slipped a hand under her borrowed jogging pants, she’d be wet for him. Harper could certainly feel how hard he was for her right now.