Dark & Dirty Vows

My bride. The daughter of my enemy. She's nothing more than a part of my revenge. I'm the one who holds her life in my hands. As well as her body. And soon, her very will. Yet, she refuses to break. This woman disarms me, not with weapons but with words. And not with a fist, but with a simple kiss. But a match made in hate can have no other ending except war.

I'm used to women chasing me, but she's the first one to knock on my front door. Like the gentleman I pretend to be, I let her in—with plans to seduce her, to get her to yield to me. Then she tells me her life is in danger and asks for my protection in the form of marriage. It'll be nothing more than a front, a guise to mask our intentions. Yet the lust burning in me is real. So is this unusual possessiveness. And my bride-to-be? She's either a good actress... Or she desires me with a fierceness I've never seen.

Commanding my family's empire is an honor, yet the thoughts I have about this woman? Anything but. However, she's the one woman I shouldn't pursue. She intrigues me, and not just because of her refusal to speak. It's the quiet rebellion she exhibits in every nuanced movement and pointed look. Like a siren, her behavior calls to me but leaves me unsure whether to protect, punish, or pleasure her.