The Mobster's Obsession

Isabella

I shouldn't want this. Shouldn't crave it. But the moment his shadow falls over my world, I know I'm already lost.

Ballet is my everything. The stage, my sanctuary. Every plié, every pirouette, is a heartbeat, a prayer to the gods of discipline and grace. But then he appears-dark and consuming, a force of nature wrapped in an Armani suit. Vincenzo De Luca. The most feared man in the city. A man who makes empires bow...and somehow, he has decided that I belong to him.

His gaze? Possessive. His touch? Branding.

He doesn't ask. He takes.

I fight, because I have to. Because I should. But when his rough hands yank me against his powerful chest, when his growled threats drip with sinful promises, my body betrays me. My world is careful control, but he is reckless chaos. And God help me, I think I want to fall.

Because in his arms, I'm not just dancing. I'm flying.

Vincenzo

She was never supposed to be mine.

A ballerina. Pure. Untouchable. A delicate thing that has no place in my violent world. But from the moment I saw Isabella on that stage, she became an obsession.

Her beauty is a weapon, sharper than any blade. And the way she fights me? It only makes the beast inside me snarl for more.

She says she doesn't want this-doesn't want me-but when I pull her into my world, when I cage her soft body against mine, she trembles for me. Because she knows.

She was born to be ruined by me.

And I will burn this city to the ground before I let her go.