He was forbidden.

My brother's best friend.

Also the most dangerous man in the country.

And I signed myself over to him.

Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino.

It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life.

The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting.

But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own.

Her body. His rules. No exceptions.

The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go.

He says he'll ruin her for other men.

He's not lying.

Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name.

Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted.

She never expected to feel owned.

She never expected to love it.

Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her.

Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

"That's it," the man said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."


Isabella came with a scream, Dimitri's name on her lips again....her entire body convulsing.


Just kept pounding into her through her orgasm, chasing his own release with brutal efficiency.


Isabella had never felt so thoroughly used.


Dante Romano watched the woman beneath him scream another man's name and felt murderous rage mix with dark satisfaction.


The woman who was supposed to marry the Devil and unite two of the most powerful families in Italy.


Currently face-down on her bed, taking Dante's cock like she was made for it, moaning for a man who'd rejected her.


He'd approached her three weeks ago at one of Rome's exclusive clubs, the kind where mafia royalty came to play.


Chapter 166 - A Man Who Looked Like Dimitri.