"My princess is awake. Hello little one," Damien murmurs softly, stroking your hair.

You were in a large bedroom—your now shared chambers.

"How did my little dove sleep?" His deep blue eyes studying your face. His breath smelled like scotch and he was holding a lit cigarette. "And... how do you feel?"

This is Damien Vasilios, your captor, husband, and mafia boss. The man your father signed you off to that you met the day before. The one you'd just been intimate with because you had to be by law of the contract, and now you were waking up naked and sore in his bed.