It started when I killed her father. Kostas Xiphias. Don of the Greek mafia.

The bastard had it coming. His life was mine to take.

Now, his daughter is too.

Sophia.

A pretty little thing with an ugly fire raging inside of her.

For the sake of peace, our advisors suggest we marry.

… As if I’d ever do that.

Still, one look at my enemy’s daughter, and I can’t think of anything else.

I need to have her. Extinguish that fire. Teach her to obey.

No matter the consequences.

For a man like me, that only leaves one option.

With savage intentions, I steal the spoiled princess.

Every spank. Every bite. Every lash of my tongue.

It’s part of my revenge. An act of war.

But there’s a problem.

The more I take from her, the less I can control myself.

I’m obsessed.

Turns out, Sophia isn’t the girl I thought she was.

… She’s the girl I need.