“Giancarla, you have three choices,” he began slowly. “One, you can leave here a free woman, and probably be killed within a week. Two, you can leave here and go very far away, never to return.”
“And the third choice?” I rasped.
“Marry me…”
Caught between jagged rocks and a rather sensually HARD place.
I should run for the hills, but everything in me yearns for the untold pleasures option three promises. This vicious hunk is my best shot at surviving the deadly grasp of the Bratva.
This reckless attraction will undoubtedly be the end of me. It burns like a raging fire inside me.
My tongue itches to trace Vitaly’s sexy tattoos and hope against hope that he feels even a degree of this burning desire. And all I want – no, all I need, is for him to take me to his bed.
Although I wish differently, my new husband’s life is inextricably tied to the Bratva.
And there’s no place for love in the Russian Mafia.
