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Isabella Moretti knows the cost of wanting Dante Castellano—her father’s rival, a man whose steel gaze sees straight through her practiced defiance. At her brother’s engagement party, she slips away to meet him, trading her family’s future for the promise of his collar. One night of total surrender could shatter everything she’s built, but his command is the only truth she’s ever craved.
Bella slips into the study, the door clicking shut behind her, and finds Dante lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand, his cold eyes pinning her in place. 'Lock it,' he says, and she
Isabella is still standing in the ballroom's golden light, her father's words echoing, when her phone vibrates in her clutch — a single word from Dante: 'Now.' She excuses herself to the powder room,
Isabella lies on her bed, hair still damp from the shower, the baby blue babydoll clinging to her skin as she angles her phone in the mirror above her head. She snaps the photo—her bare thighs pressed
Isabella lies back on Dante's bed in the gray dawn, his body a warm weight over hers as he pushes the sheet down to her waist. He lowers his mouth to her breast, tongue circling her nipple, and she ga
Isabella lies in Dante's bed, his arm heavy around her waist, the gray light tracing the scars on his jaw as he stirs. He rolls her onto her back, his voice rough with sleep, and tells her she's not l