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Isla Romano’s world crumbled the night Antonio DeLuca, the notorious mafia boss, murdered her father before her eyes. As her father’s lifeless body hit the cold ground, Isla swore vengeance on the man who tore her family apart. For years, she’s plotted and waited for the perfect moment to take him down. But fate has a way of playing cruel games.

Infiltrating the DeLuca empire as a skilled Seductress, Isla’s plan is simple: take down Antonio, the man who deserves nothing less than death for his cold-blooded actions. But her mission becomes far more complicated when she crosses paths with Dante DeLuca, Antonio’s son. Charismatic, powerful, and ruthless in his own right, Dante is everything Isla despises—but also everything she can’t seem to resist.

As she gets closer to her goal, the lines between duty and desire blur. Every encounter with Dante only intensifies the forbidden attraction she feels for him, and her focus on revenge begins to falter. Beneath the layers of hatred and resentment lies something darker, something she cannot control.

Dante, who once considered himself a ruthless heir to his father’s throne, is captivated by Isla's strength, beauty, and fire. He is drawn to her in a way he can’t explain, but something feels off—her bitterness, her hidden secrets, and the way she seems to be everywhere he goes. As their undeniable chemistry burns hotter, he begins to question everything, including his loyalty to his father.

With every step, Isla finds herself entangled in the DeLuca web, inching closer to destroying Antonio—yet the closer she gets to Dante, the more she risks losing herself. But Dante has his own demons. As the darkness within him rises, so too does his obsession with Isla. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her close—even if it means holding her captive, bound by their unspoken desires.

As the stakes grow higher and the danger around them intensifies, Isla must decide if she’s willing to sacrifice everything she’s worked for in her quest for vengeance—her heart, her soul, and maybe even the life of the man she never thought she’d love.




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Bound By Blood And Desire

The moment Dante stormed into the dimly lit bedroom, Isla knew she was trapped. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the silence. His dark eyes burned with something raw—betrayal, fury, possession.

She had seen Dante angry before. She had witnessed his wrath when he dealt with disloyal men, the ruthless way he handled those who crossed him. But she had never been the target of his rage.

"Did you really think you could betray me and walk away?" His voice was low, dangerous.

Isla swallowed hard, keeping her back straight even though every instinct screamed at her to run. But there was no running from Dante. Not anymore.

Dante let out a dark chuckle, his head tilting as he studied her, stalking closer like a predator toying with its prey. His hands clenched at his sides, as if holding himself back.

"Don't I?" he mused, his voice silk and steel. "Then why do you tremble every time I touch you? Why do you burn for me even when you fight it?"

Isla's breath hitched. No. She couldn't let him break her resolve. Not when she had already chosen to betray him.

"You don't control me, Dante," she said, forcing strength into her tone.

Something in his expression shifted, his patience snapping. In a second, he was in front of her, his fingers wrapping around her chin, tilting her face up so she couldn't escape his gaze.

"I warned you, Isla," he growled. "I told you that you were mine. And now you're going to understand exactly what that means."

Before she could respond, his mouth crashed against hers. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was raw, bruising, fueled by rage and hunger. Isla gasped against him, but his grip tightened, holding her captive.

She should have fought. She should have pushed him away.

Her hands fisted against his chest, gripping his shirt as heat coiled deep in her belly. Dante kissed her like he was claiming her, branding her with every touch.

His hands moved with possessive urgency, pushing her against the wall. She gasped when he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Dante," she breathed, her mind hazy with need.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her throat, his breath hot against her ear. "Say it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Say you belong to me."

Isla bit her lip, refusing to give in so easily. Even as her body betrayed her, as she arched into him, she held on to the last thread of defiance.

His hand slid beneath the thin fabric of her dress, his touch igniting fire wherever he explored. He didn't stop, didn't let her think.

"Dante—" she gasped again, this time not in protest.

"You drive me insane, Isla," he murmured against her skin, his control hanging by a thread. "You lied to me. You betrayed me. And yet, I still can't let you go."

A part of her shattered at his words. He was right. She had betrayed him. But why did it feel like she was the one being destroyed?

She clung to him, surrendering to the storm that was Dante DeLuca. Every touch, every kiss, every rough caress reminded her of who truly owned her.

It had never been anyone but Dante.

Dante's Fury