The Devil's Arms

One night. That's all it was supposed to be.

A stranger with blue eyes like sin and a body made to ruin me. No names. No strings. Just sweat, moans, and a promise I'd never see him again.

But Luciano Romano doesn't do one night. He doesn't do soft, or sweet, or forgettable. He's hard, rough and possessive. Like my body was made to kneel for him.

Now he's back, sliding a diamond on my finger and calling himself my fiancé—right in front of my venomous family. The problem? He's the son of Italy's most dangerous Mafia Don.

I should run. I should be terrified. Instead, I'm soaked every time he calls me amore mio. I'm falling into the devil's arms …and he doesn't plan on letting me go.