My marriage is arranged without my consent.
To a distillery owner of the mafia.
Tall, dark, handsome, andstuffy.
Rich, cocky, and a God with his fingers.
My body wants more; my lawyer brain says run.
He makes me wear a stunning wedding dress.
He puts his tongue between my virgin thighs.
Handcuffs me, teases me, makes me beg.
Hes wrong for me in every way. Why am I addicted to the chase?
