It’s not his miles of suntanned muscles and irresistible smolder that has me dying to say yes. It’s the fact I wear my heart on my sleeve and this man knows how to wield blackmail like the weapon it is.
His exact words were: “I return you to the people wanting to give you a watery grave or you can have the best time of your life in my bed. In return, you give me an heir.”
But then he swiftly follows that up with a promise to find me if I try to run and my fate is sealed. Or is it?
After a single night of discovering the passion he possesses is hot enough to strip off my bikini bottoms, I slip away. One night with the suave, dangerous mafia billionaire who fished me from the bottom of the sea is hardly enough, but I can't afford to stick around. I do and he'll possess more than my body.
After that night I thought I'd never seen him again so no problem, right?
I am about to learn just how wrong I am.
When he shows up in my bedroom with dangerous heat in his eyes I instantly know two things. He did more damage to my heart than I thought and he keeps his promises.
Well, three. I'm going to learn how far he'll go to get what he wants.