She despised him with an intensity that burned through her veins, yet her body sang a different song entirely—one that craved his touch with shameless urgency. This powerful man, her sworn enemy, had become her unexpected obsession. As she leaned back against the cool surface beneath her, breathing grew shallow, anticipation mounting to a crescendo. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt, freeing it with deliberate intent. He responded with a primal sound, his hands claiming her blouse, ripping it open until silver buttons scattered across the mahogany expanse. "Let me make this right," he murmured against her skin. "A weekend in Italy. I own a place there." His palms traced her ribs, ascending to claim her breasts with commanding certainty. Every touch was deliberate, every caress a test of her resolve—his thumbs moving with maddening precision across her sensitive skin, his dark eyes never leaving hers. His hands were powerful, almost brutal in their intensity, yet she pushed into them, demanding more, deeper, harder. The possibility of bruises crossed her mind, and she welcomed it—physical proof of this moment when her desires consumed all reason. He brushed his lips across her shoulder, voice rough with promise: "We have an agreement. Make sure you're worth the trouble." "You know exactly what I can give you," he said, his confidence unwavering. Experience the collision of desire and power in this intoxicating contemporary romance. *Readers 18+ only.*