Born into one of the leading mafia families in Philadelphia, Rosolino Picone is a reclusive mafia princess. When her father decides it’s time to marry her off to the capo of a rival family, she does what no one has ever done before. She runs.

Nicholai Falcone is hiding out in Texas when he meets his broken Rose. As their romance builds, Nick and Rose realize each holds secrets that, when found out, could rock the entire foundation they have built.

The hunt for Rose begins, leading to a countdown for all the lies and secrets to spill out. Will they survive? Or will this be the end of both lovers?

Publisher’s Note: Steamy mafia romance, full of action, adventure, and secrets, with an age play and power exchange theme. If any of this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

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Excerpt

“I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to paddle you,” Nick murmured from behind me.

His hand trailed down my spine and I shivered. I was waiting for him.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I cried out. There was no build up. He rubbed my rear and let me settle. I could feel the bite of tears stinging my eyes, but I knew I was in for it. The worst part was that he didn’t speak at all. That told me he was furious with me. I needed to take my spanking so I could be his good little girl again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He paused again. Then I felt the handle of some instrument trail down my spine. I knew he was about to paddle me.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

He hit my warmed-up ass in rapid succession. I screamed out my pain, tears and snot falling onto the sheets as I tried to hold onto a coherent thought.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

I felt my body being lifted off the bed, and my ass hit Nick’s thighs. I hissed at the sting.

He rubbed my back and held me close to his body. “Good girl, you’re my good little thorn,” he whispered in my ear.

I floated in my head, next to him. I don’t think he was even hard on me. I think he gave me more of a reprieve because of Romano. I think if he were truly punishing me harshly, it would have been much worse. No. He was showing me that I couldn’t get away with what I did in the office. I could respect that on some level.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I hiccupped.

He shushed me, and then his mouth was on top of mine. “What are you doing to me, little thorn? You’re being punished. Punishments don’t end in orgasms.” His voice held a hint of a smile. Then his words made their way to my brain. Did he say orgasms? It was then I realized that he was rock hard underneath me, his cock nestled between my thighs. I arched my back, and he growled like an animal. I was going to get my orgasms.