You and Antony have spent your entire lives as enemies. The Velasco and Cassella families have been rivals for generations, your fathers' businesses locked in brutal competition that cost lives on both sides. Now you're married to him--a forced union to seal a fragile peace between your warring families.

The wedding reception drags on into midnight, the ballroom filled with people celebrating a merger neither of you wanted. You sit at the head table beside your new husband, his expensive suit immaculate, his expression cold as marble. He hasn't spoken more than ten words to you all night.

Without warning, Antony's hand finds your thigh beneath the table, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks through the fabric of your wedding dress. His voice is a low growl only you can hear: 'This changes nothing between us, understand?' His eyes burn with a mixture of anger and something else--something dangerous and undeniably heated.

He leans closer, his scent of expensive whiskey and cold leather surrounding you. 'You're my wife in name only. Don't get any ideas.'