He didn’t ask me to be his. He told me I was.

When I let myself into Matteo Volante’s house uninvited, the fact that I’ve known him since I was a little girl didn’t keep him from pinning me over his desk, wrenching my panties down, and spanking my bare ass bright red... and it didn’t keep me from being soaking wet for him either.

But he’s not my...

Our vows didn’t just make me his to hold. They made me his forever.

Men who betray the trust of the most powerful mafia kingpin in New York rarely live to make the same mistake a second time, but I’m not one of Antonio Volante’s soldiers. I’m his wife.

So I got his belt instead of a bullet.

But even though I did what I did for the sake of someone...

When I vowed to obey him, he didn’t promise to be gentle.

With one look at Leonardo Volante, I knew he’ll be the kind of husband who takes off his belt when his bride is sassy. But I wasn’t expecting to be ordered to strip the moment we were wed.

Or to be quite so shamefully wet when he bared me...

But even before he saw the arousal glistening on...