His to Honor

He didn’t ask me to be his. He told me I was.
When I let myself into Matteo Volante’s house uninvited, the fact that I’ve known him since I was a little girl didn’t keep him from pinning me over his desk, wrenching my panties down, and spanking my bare ass bright red… and it didn’t keep me from being soaking wet for him either.

But he’s not my childhood best friend anymore.
He’s a ruthless mafia boss who won’t hesitate to take off his belt and teach me a lesson that will leave my bottom burning inside and out for even thinking about flirting with another man.

And he’s going to make me his bride whether I agree to it or not.