He was my enemy, my obsession... and the king I swore to defy.
I was forced into this marriage—
Not to fall for Enzo Bellanti.
The tattooed king of Palermo's underworld, with golden eyes that promise ruin,
A voice that makes sin sound sacred,
And a body built to punish.
He doesn't ask. He commands.
And now, I'm at his mercy.
He touches me like I'm already his.
Kisses me like he owns every gasp I try to hide.
When he finally claims me, there's no room for air—only moans and surrender.
I swore I'd resist. I swore I'd run.
But his control owns me—
And I'm already burning to be caught.
Then betrayal shatters his family from the inside.
Now I'm the bait in a city built on blood.
I was supposed to survive the king.
Instead, I might be the reason Palermo burns.