SugaryWinter

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride.

Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. 

On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. 

The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. 

The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here.

This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia.

[WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia

I caught my breath, collapsing onto my husband's chest and burying my face in the crook of his neck. My cheeks and neck were surely flushed, but that didn't take away from the feel-good state my limbs were in. 


"That's twice tonight. You know I do have a party to host?" My hands came up to his shoulders to help push me away from him, which would've been easier if my bones weren't in a gelatinous state. "You have to get it together, Henri." 


"You pulled me in here." He made an unimpressed face at me. "I'm not going to turn down my wife if she wants it." 


My hips sank down on him again of their own accord, making me shiver. Hell, what was it with him that made me addicted to sex? 


"Maybe you should start saying no to me, then." I smirked at him, feeling the sparks work up in my belly once again. It was like every time felt better than the last. "Even if I beg." 


The Shifting Tide