FIFTEEN DOCTORS WATCHED THE MAFIA BOSS’S NEWBORN NEPHEW DIE—THEN THE POOR NIGHT NURSE BROKE EVERY RULE AND MADE THE WHOLE ROOM BEG FOR MERCY

“Dominic—”

He cupped her face.

“Tell me to stop.”

She didn’t.

His kiss came rough at first—fractured, urgent, carrying smoke, rain, and everything they had both barely survived. Then it softened into something far more dangerous than intensity.

Trust. When he pulled back, his forehead stayed resting against hers.

“No one touches you again,” he said. “Not continue reading …