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He used to bully her. Now he owns her. When Alessia Romano walked into her new job at De Luca Enterprises, the last face she expected to see was his-Giovanni De Luca, the rich, sadistic bastard who tormented her in college... and the man who now controls her career, her body, and her every breath. Worse? He's not just a billionaire CEO. He's the boss of the Italian Mafia-and he's been waiting for her. Giovanni doesn't just want Alessia under his command-he wants her on her knees, begging, branded, and broken in all the ways only he can deliver. And when she resists, he doesn't fire her. He cages her. The tension is unbearable. The sex? Rough, possessive, and addictive. He spanks. He binds. He whispers filth in Italian while she moans into silk sheets. And despite her defiance, her hate, her fear-her body keeps surrendering. But Alessia is no longer the scared girl from college. She's smarter. Angrier. And dangerously close to falling in love with the devil who's tying her wrists and stealing her soul. In a world of secrets, bullets, and obsession, love isn't safe. It's a weapon. The air smelled like money and leather-rich, expensive, suffocating. Alessia Romano stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor of De Luca Enterprises, heels clicking against marble tile, pulse beating just beneath her skin. Every instinct screamed at her to turn around, to run. But she couldn't. Not now. Not when she needed this job more than her pride.The receptionist was gone. The office was silent. Too silent. She walked slowly through the towering glass doors. Her instructions said to report directly to the executive wing. New assistant to the CEO. High-paying. Confidential. Demanding. What they hadn't said? That the CEO was him. A man stood with his back to her, staring out at the skyline, hands clasped behind him like a god surveying his kingdom. Even from behind, she knew that posture. That stillness. That arrogance. Her stomach twisted. No. It couldn't be. But when he turned, when those cold, coal-black eyes met hers, the world tilted.
