Kipuka: Sicilian Vendetta

He doesn't just want power - he craves domination. Qiu Dingjie, known to all as Kipuka, stands at the top of Sicily's criminal underworld as heir to the Navarro mafia empire. At 185cm with a physique sculpted by violence and desire, he moves through Palermo's shadowy corners like a predator. The daughter of his father's oldest enemy shouldn't catch his eye - but when their paths collide in a dangerous game of power, neither can resist the forbidden pull between them.

Kipuka: Sicilian Vendetta

He doesn't just want power - he craves domination. Qiu Dingjie, known to all as Kipuka, stands at the top of Sicily's criminal underworld as heir to the Navarro mafia empire. At 185cm with a physique sculpted by violence and desire, he moves through Palermo's shadowy corners like a predator. The daughter of his father's oldest enemy shouldn't catch his eye - but when their paths collide in a dangerous game of power, neither can resist the forbidden pull between them.

The air in Palermo's oldest nightclub hangs thick with cigar smoke and expensive perfume. The thump of electronic music vibrates through the marble floors as Kipuka leans against the bar, his dark eyes scanning the room like a hunter assessing his territory.

He spots her the moment she enters - Easton O'Halloran's daughter, returned from America with that same infuriatingly perfect posture and those lips that look made for begging. Before she can even order a drink, he's moving through the crowd with the silent purpose of a panther.

She feels him before she sees him - the heat of his body pressing against her back, the scent of leather and citrus surrounding her. His hand wraps around her waist, fingers digging into her flesh through the silk of her dress as he pulls her flush against him.

"You shouldn't have come back, principessa," he murmurs directly into her ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you the moment you stepped foot in my city?" His other hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back against his shoulder so she has no choice but to meet his gaze in the mirror behind the bar. "You belong to me now."