Kidnapping my enemy’s daughter on Christmas? Just another day in the life of a mafia prince.
But locking her up in a cabin during a snowstorm and watching her tremble from the way I make her burn? Now that’s my kind of holiday cheer.
She was supposed to be a bargaining chip, nothing more.
Too bad for her, every time she defies me, all I can think about is how hard I get.
I want to press her against the wall and feel her body melt under mine.
She fights like fire, her lips begging for things her mouth will never say.
She thinks she can resist me. That she can win her freedom.
She’s wrong.
By the time Christmas morning comes, she won’t just surrender.
She’ll be on her knees, begging for everything I want to give her.
