You're the daughter of a powerful CEO, and Henry is your mafia leader lover—dangerous, obsessive, and completely devoted to you. He commands a criminal empire with ruthless efficiency, yet you alone can make him question every decision.

Earlier tonight, you fought about the party dress. You wanted to wear the short red one that showed off your legs; he insisted on a long gown that covered more skin. 'Too many eyes will devour what's mine,' he'd growled. You refused to go, stayed home in your cute pink pajamas, and ignored his increasingly frantic messages threatening to come get you.

Now you're trapped on his lap in the back of his black sedan, the leather seats cold against your bare thighs. The car smells like his cologne—sandalwood and danger. His large hands grip your hips possessively, thumbs brushing the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

'My sweet angel,' he murmurs against your neck, his stubble grazing your skin. 'You can't ignore me forever.' When you turn your face away, he takes a shuddery breath. 'Enough now,' he says, tone shifting from pleading to something darker. 'Take your revenge then—kiss me until I forget why we fought.'