LOGINEve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year. Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him. But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground. The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?
View MoreEveTwo years is a substantial amount of time in the underworld. It is more than enough time for blood to wash away from concrete floors, for terrified whispers to evolve into established legends, and for a new, absolute hierarchy to cement itself directly into the bedrock of New York City.The Grimaldi empire no longer just functions, it thrives with a flawless, terrifying efficiency.Sitting behind the massive mahogany desk in the main study, a stack of digitized ledgers glows brightly on the sleek laptop resting in front of me. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the bulletproof glass catches the heavy diamond band on my left hand as my fingers fly across the keyboard.Every account is perfectly balanced. The routing numbers are secure, shielded behind a labyrinth of encrypted firewalls Vincent custom-built to be entirely impenetrable.We run the city without opposition. The brutal, systematic erasure of the traitors two years ago sent a shockwave through the Commission that
DominikMorning sunlight spills across the duvet, illuminating the absolute center of my universe.Leaning against the doorframe of the master bathroom, a towel slung low around my waist, the sight in front of me physically halts the breath in my lungs. It’s been three days since the chaos in the medical wing. Three days since the Grimaldi heir entered the world screaming his absolute defiance.Eve sits propped against the pillows, her dark hair falling in soft, messy waves over her shoulders. The silk strap of her nightgown is pushed down, exposing the pale, heavy curve of her breast.Cradled in her arms is our son.He’s latched onto her, feeding with a rhythmic, greedy intensity that is entirely familiar. Tiny, perfect fingers curl against her pale skin, his dark blue eyes closed in absolute contentment.Watching my wife nurture the life we created is a transcendent experience. The ruthless Donna who carved a traitor apart without blinking, is currently glowing with a soft, fierce
EveAnother contraction rips through my lower abdomen, dragging a jagged, white-hot edge across every nerve ending in my body.The pain isn’t a dull, manageable ache. It’s a localized, molten vise clamping down on my spine, twisting with a violent and mechanical cruelty. My fingers lock around the metal bedrail, my knuckles turning bone-white as the urge to completely tear the fixture out of the wall washes over me."Breathe, Eve. You’re doing beautifully."The deep, rumbling voice coming from my left side only serves to pour high-octane fuel onto the absolute inferno of my rage.Snapping my head to the side, my hair plastered to my forehead with sweat, a lethal glare is directed squarely at the man holding my other hand. Dominik sits on a low stool next to the bed. He looks entirely too calm, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of intense focus and infuriating, boundless pride.He’s wearing a simple black long-sleeve t-shirt, the sleeves pushed up to reveal his scarred forearms, l
DominikMorning sunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the floor.Sitting on the edge of the mattress, a heavy crystal tumbler of water dangling loosely from my fingers, my entire focus is anchored to the woman standing in front of the vanity mirror.Eve is naked, casually massaging a rich, thick cocoa butter cream into her skin.Seven months into the pregnancy, her body has completely transformed. The subtle, athletic curves she possessed when she first walked into my life have softened and expanded into something utterly magnificent. Her breasts are heavy and full, the areolas darkened, the nipples constantly peaking with tight sensitivity. Her hips have widened, and her thighs are thicker, perfectly framing the taut, beautiful swell of her stomach.She is a living, breathing goddess.The ruthless, terrifying Donna who dismantled a mafia rebellion and tortured a traitor to death without blinking is currently hum
EveThe air in the boardroom is thin, charged with enough static electricity to jump-start a heart.It’s not the altitude, even though we are forty floors up. It has everything to do with the man sitting across from me, and the terrifying, beautiful rhythm we’ve fallen into."The zoning protocols f
EveThe mask is made of heavy gold filigree, molded to the shape of a fox. It presses against my cheekbones, cold and rigid, hiding everything but my eyes and mouth.Beside me, Dominik wears a black wolf mask that covers the upper half of his face. It makes his blue eyes look startlingly bright, li
DominikThe calendar notification on my phone flashed at 6:00 AM and I dismissed it without looking. I didn't need a reminder. I know the date she was born better than I know my own. I know the exact moment she entered this world to become my inevitable headache.I’ve watched her all day.I watche
EveThe sun is being unnecessarily aggressive today.It pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the breakfast nook, glinting off the marble countertops and the stainless steel appliances with a brightness that feels accusatory.I stand in the doorway, blinking against the light, wearing one o
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