The Mafia Heir's Obsession - Paperback

He was never supposed to touch her.
Now he’ll burn the world to keep her.

Callahan Murphy is a ruthless Irish mafia boss with blood on his hands and vengeance in his veins. When he strikes a power deal with a New York crime family, marriage to the Don’s daughter is just another strategic move—until everything goes to hell.

Because the bride he’s promised? Vanishes.
And her younger sister is offered in her place.

Luciana de Rosa is untouched, unwilling, and unprepared for the savage man who now claims her as his own. But when a violent night in Queens ends with her pinned beneath Callahan, gasping for breath and drowning in pleasure, she realizes her life will never be the same.

He’s her father’s ally.
Her family’s nightmare.
And her most dangerous mistake.

He swore he’d never let her go.
But when secrets unravel, and blood debts rise, will their arranged marriage become a war zone—or the beginning of something even darker?

Obsessive. Possessive. Unforgiving.
In his world, she’s not a woman.
She’s a weapon. A weakness. A wife.
And he’ll kill anyone who touches her.

His lips on mine are warm and soft, even as the kiss grows hard and greedy. Suddenly, everything inside of me bursts into carnal flames—I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. All I can do is let him take over.
When his tongue slides into my mouth, my brain feels like it’s imploding as desire floods every part of me. In that moment, everything changes. He’s flipped all my internal switches to on, and I grind up against him, my fingers pulling him even closer as I eagerly kiss him back.
He tastes of cigarettes—a heady mix of tobacco, sin, and a darkness I desperately want to let consume my soul. And, God help me, there’s that sweet trace of sugar and booze—the Jack and Coke I splashed in his face left just a hint on his lip that I eagerly lick before plunging my tongue back into the hot depths of his mouth. Our tongues tangle, and I feel something on his—a hard, smooth, and intriguing presence sliding against mine.
His hand slips into my hair, causing my hat to fall off, and I moan as he pulls me onto him, onto his leg, rubbing me along his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants—wool, maybe—grates against the delicate lace of my panties, making my pussy clench and ache.
This man is like a wild trip into darkness, into a side of me I’ve never fully explored, and I press closer against him as a shudder ripples through me, my clit lit up by the pressure of his leg taunting me.
Broken, splintered thoughts zap my mind, but I can barely catch a single one that can register above the pounding of my heart and the rush of my blood. His touch is scorching hot, his body so undeniably hard and muscular and powerful. I’ve never been in the arms of a man like him before. Heck, I’ve barely done anything physical with a guy before tonight, and even then, they were all boys. No freaking comparison to him. At all.
His kiss shifts and I swallow a gasp at what I feel next.
No. No way. It can’t be.
Because…holy shit. He has to be otherworldly because I can’t imagine a human would have something that big down there.
His kisses soften, trailing down to my throat where his teeth nip against my skin before his tongue finds a path up to my ear. My knees buckle.
I’m so ready. Take me to the mother ship.
I’m buzzing, melting—like a flickering flame—as he provides me with all the oxygen my desires need to feed on.
“You want more, my little vixen?” he whispers.
I can’t form words. All I can do is moan, my eyes rolling back as he continues his relentless assault on me.
He leans close, his breath hot against my face. “I want to taste that hot cunt of yours, so wet and needy against my thigh. I love how you’re trying to use me to chase your pleasure. I bet you taste so fucking sweet.” He brushes his lips over mine.
His accent lilts a little at that, but the only thing consuming my mind right now is surrendering to him. This whole night has been crazy and intense, and I need this. I need him. This psychopathic madman. His fingers. His mouth. His cock.
I want it all.
And for that I should probably have my head examined.
Tomorrow.
I moan again as he bites and sucks hard on my throat, my pussy burning, throbbing, and hyper-sensitive. Then he drops his thigh and licks the outer shell of my ear. “I’m not gonna fuck you here on the ground. For now, I’m just going to claim you.”
I try to sputter out a protest, but the words die on my tongue as his fingers glide up my thighs. Their slick movement tells me I’m wet, dripping for him. When he grazes my pussy, I nearly scream, and his other hand clamps over my mouth. “Don’t worry, I want you to scream—just not here,” he murmurs.