My marriage is arranged without my consent.
 To a distillery owner of the mafia.
 Tall, dark, handsome, and…stuffy.
 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.
 He’s wrong for me in every way. Why am I addicted to the chase?