Francesca

I hate my bridegroom.

There, I’ve said it.

I hate him with a ferocious passion.

I loathe everything about him. His insufferable arrogance, his mocking smile, his dangerously glinting gunmetal-gray eyes, and his corrupt vicious heart. The way everyone pathetically defers to his every word and rushes to serve him as if he is some kind of god irritates the hell out of me. But even worse, I hate the shameful way my body responds to his. I tremble for him. The intensity of my raw desire shocks and repulses me. How can I possibly want him this desperately when I hate him so much?

It is as if he is the devil himself and he has cast a spell on me.

It was not my choice to be born a Mafia daughter, but I chose to be a Mafia wife. After my father’s death, my grandfather was too old and vulnerable to defend our family from my father’s enemies. And the only way to secure our survival was for me to marry the head of the powerful Barone clan. My dowry is a piece of land coveted by the Don himself. To him it is worth billions… once he develops it.

My mother ss I will find peace eventually, but how can I, when I love Thomas? Thomas is a decent man. He doesn’t sit on an empire of plunder and theft. He wants to heal the world. I imagined us doing good together, and I’m not giving up on my wonderful dream.

The cravings of my body betray me at every turn, but they will not stop me. I will find a way to end this marriage.

Soon, my dear husband will find out releasing me is his only option, or ours will be a marriage made in hell.

This I vow

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Montana

There's a new man in town. He rolled in with his little girl a few days ago. A real head turner too: tall, dark, and impossibly dashing…

He sure turned my head and popped my cherry one hot night not so long ago… and oh my, what a night it was?

I waited for him to call, but he didn't. I get it. It was just a one-night stand.

Naturally, he's sent all the unmarried ladies in our little town into a baking frenzy. See who can impress him the most with their sweet smiles and their ‘welcome' cakes. Some of those smiles are pretty sultry and the cakes are finger lickin' good too, I'll give them that, but I have a feeling they haven't got a hope in hell of roping him.

He's a wild horse. He ain't staying.

He wears baseball caps and jeans from Target, and he drives the plainest plain Jane of them all, a beat-up, gray Chevy Impala, but he doesn't fool me. Not one bit. In fact, going to all that trouble to pretend he's Mr. Ordinary makes me even more suspicious.

One look into those mysterious blue eyes and I know he's hiding something. Something big.

He says he's an accountant and folk who've used his services claim he knows his stuff, that he legally saved them a whole bunch of money.

But I keep thinking, why does a law-abiding accountant need a specially built panic room in his house?

Something's not right, but when he touches me, he lights a fire inside me that burns so bright and beautiful I can't help myself. I forget… the man's not for keeps. And he's gonna break my heart into little itty-bitty pieces.

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Dante.

What do I remember of her?

Enormous eyes, skin like silk, rivulets of water running down her body and dripping onto the tiles, and her mouth, cherry-red and so juicy.

But she was forbidden fruit.

That was ten years ago. I was young and poor. Im immeasurably rich now. She wont affect me like that anymore. I wont fall for her charms. Her safety must be my only concern.

She is determined to fight me. She insists she doesnt need a guardian, even though she cant disguise the fear in her eyes.

Nevertheless, Ive got it all under control.

Until that red mouth touches mine