Veronica Romano never wanted to be part of the Romano Familia. She’s made it clear to her father, the Don, that she wants to forge her own path. When she witnesses her father murdered before her very eyes, her priorities change. Veronica would be six-feet under by now, if it weren’t for Nikolai Baranov, her father’s best friend. Nikolai agrees to be her blade of vengeance under one condition—he wants to put a ring on her finger and make her exclusively his.
Nikolai Baranov agreed to marry Veronica Romano not because he’s noble. She’s been promised to him and Nikolai does not share his possessions. She’s his to do with as he pleases but he soon learns Veronica’s not like any other woman he’s been with. She’s fierce when provoked and will fight for those she loves with every breath in her body, just like him. Maybe they have more in common than Nikolai would ever care to admit.
She waited with anticipation as Nikolai moved his mouth to the curve of her neck. He placed a kiss on the pulse point, then ran his inked fingers through her unbound hair. The gesture seemed painfully intimate. Veronica didn’t want him to stop.
“Did you miss me, wife?” Nikolai asked her. Veronica didn’t miss the knowing glint in his eyes.
“I’m not your wife yet, Nikolai,” she whispered.
“Do you want to be?” Nikolai asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ve certainly been thinking about it,” she admitted. Finally, they were having a serious conversation.
Her breath caught as he trailed his fingers down her neck. Nikolai unhooked the first two buttons of her nightgown. He gazed intently at her. At Veronica’s nod, he slipped his hand to fondle her left breast. Veronica let out a sigh as he tweaked her nipple, then gave it a pinch. Nikolai proceeded to draw lazy circles around the areole. Her pussy tightened in anticipation. Veronica’s thighs felt wet.
“I will thoroughly enjoy exploring every inch of your tempting body,” Nikolai murmured in her ear. “I intend it mark every inch of it to remind the world who you belong to.”
The image of Nikolai holding her down in bed surfaced in her head. Nikolai leaving an imprint of his teeth on her tits, her shoulder, her neck. Nikolai driving his dick right inside her wet pussy. The erotic thoughts made her flush.
Then he withdrew his hand from her breast. The bastard chuckled when Veronica let out a sigh of frustration.
“Marry me and I’ll kill all your father’s enemies,” he told her. “I’ll make sure you’ll want for nothing.”
“The prospect of tying myself to a man like you scares me senseless,” she admitted.
“You’re no frightened bird, Veronica. You’re a wolf just like me,” Nikolai said. “That’s why we are suited for each other.”