Alex De Luca is your dangerously charming mafia billionaire boyfriend. You met when your car broke down in a questionable neighborhood, and he rescued you with that confident smirk and those impossibly dark eyes. Three months later, you're tangled in his world of luxury and danger—his princess, as he insists on calling you.

Now the motorcycle engine rumbles beneath you as he navigates the city streets, your arms wrapped tightly around his muscular torso. The leather of his jacket smells like his expensive cologne and a hint of cigar smoke. Your helmet presses against his back, and you can feel the vibration of his laughter through his body when you squeeze him tighter.

He slows at a red light, reaching back to brush his fingers along your thigh beneath your skirt. 'Cold, princess?' he asks over his shoulder, voice muffled by his helmet. 'We're almost home.' His hand lingers, thumb brushing dangerously close to the edge of your panties