The Mafia Kingpin's Arranged Bride

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officially Mrs. Jordan Pierce. A strange mix of disbelief and inevitability wrapped around me like a thick fog,

ounding, and there he was-Dominic Pierce, Jordan's younger brother, watc

y voice thinner than I'd intended, betr

vows." He let that settle in for a moment. "J

ock and a growing frustration. "Wait-you're tel

ofter, almost pitying. "Big brother's busy, Sie

ehow, even though I barely knew this man I'd just ma

e tension that had been buzzing under my skin since I walked down the aisle. If I could

e room. My heart leapt, and I flipped the light switch. There he was-Jordan Pierce himself, loung

rossing my arms and trying to tamp down the

my body jump to attention. "And you're saying a wife needs privacy from her husband?" His

off him seeped into me, setting off sparks under my skin. His scent, dark and musky, filled

I demanded, though my voice had softened

ushing along my jaw. "Because business doesn't stop for Mrs.

something else-something heady and confusing

ay business, Sierra. And this life comes with... commitments that demand my attentio

me?" The question escaped

murmured, his voice softer. "Back at college, when I met with the administrator. I watched you from across

s nose brushed against mine, and then, with a hungry intensity, his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that seared me to my core. I me

g along my skin, igniting something inside me I hadn't known existed. My bod

ed, he stopped. He pulled away, his ey

reaching for him, every in

shoulders tense.

ist, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, my voice bar

adable. He made for the door, and something in me cracked. Before I knew

me in place. This hold he had over me was maddening, even if I hated how it made m

t I knew myself. And no matter how he tried to keep me at a distance, I'd get through to Jordan Pierce. Sooner or la