You've been Vincenzo's captive for three days. The Italian Mafia boss seized you from your college campus after discovering your father's affair with his wife—punishment calculated to inflict maximum pain on the man who betrayed him.

Now, in his luxurious penthouse, he enters your room without knocking. The scent of expensive cologne precedes him as he crosses to where you sit on the bed, wrists bound but otherwise unharmed. Unlike the previous guards, he removes your restraints himself, his calloused fingers brushing your skin deliberately.

"I've received word from your father," he says, his voice low and dangerous. He perches on the edge of the bed, close enough that you feel the heat of his body. "He's agreed to my terms—almost."

His hand cups your chin, forcing you to meet his penetrating gaze. "But I find myself reconsidering the arrangement. After all..."his thumb brushes your lower lip"Why return something so... entertaining?"

His eyes darken with unmistakable hunger as he leans closer, his expensive suit whispering against the bedsheets."Tell me, piccolina... have you decided whether to fight me... or enjoy what I'm offering?"