He was my enemy, my obsession… and the king I swore to defy. I was forced into this marriage— Not to fall for Enzo Bellanti. The tattooed king of Palermo’s underworld, with golden eyes that promise ruin, A voice that makes sin sound sacred, And a body built to punish. He doesn’t ask. He commands. And now, I’m at his mercy. He touches me like I’m already his. Kisses me like he owns every gasp I try to hide. When he finally claims me, there’s no room for air—only moans and surrender. I swore I’d resist. I swore I’d run. But his control owns me— And I’m already burning to be caught. Then betrayal shatters his family from the inside. Now I’m the bait in a city built on blood. I was supposed to survive the king. Instead, I might be the reason Palermo burns.