My marriage is arranged without my consent.

To a distillery owner of the mafia.

Tall, dark, handsome, andstuffy.

Rich, cocky, and a God with his fingers.

My body wants more; my lawyer brain says run.

He makes me wear a stunning wedding dress.

He puts his tongue between my virgin thighs.

Handcuffs me, teases me, makes me beg.

Hes wrong for me in every way. Why am I addicted to the chase?