Don Nikolai

" Tell me, principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you? "

"You! " I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest.

" You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life, and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? "

" You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled.

" Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this wall and show just how much I can make you weep for me. " He whispered in my ear.

*

She's fire and he's ice. Sicily holds many secrets but is Brianna ready for the ones Nikolai has to offer? A life of crime, gunfire, and passion is not what she signed up for. Can she handle the enigma that is Nikolai?