""You think this is just a game Gloria?"" he growls his grip tightening on my hips. ""Your father is watching us consummate this engagement. Give him the show he wants."" What starts as a humiliating order becomes eight hours of pleasure I never knew existed. I should hate him for claiming me like this. Instead I'm addicted to every commanding touch. The perfect mafia princess doesn't fall for her family's sworn enemy. She doesn't fantasize about his punishment every night. And she sure as hell doesn't plot patricide with her forced fiancé. Yet here I am—twenty-four and sold to Adriano Diamante my father's most lethal rival. At thirty-two Adriano is everything my father isn't. Calculated. Patient. Devastatingly seductive. A predator whose cold eyes hide secrets as dark as my own. When I track him to Italy I expect a bullet between my eyes. Instead he pins me against ancient Florentine stone