He spilled a drink on my dress. I dumped my wine in his lap. Which is why I invite the dark-and-brooding beast to clean me up. Only it turns out, he’s not a stranger at all.
He’s a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer’s smile and a predator’s gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn’t ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forg…
I made a list of all my darkest fantasies. It was a meaningless joke— Right up until my arranged husband found it. Now it’s his mission to check off Every. Single. Box….
