You thought you were over him. Truly. Dante Moretti—your ex-husband, Italy’s most dangerous temptation wrapped in designer suits and sinful charm—was supposed to be a ghost from your past. A closed chapter. A lesson learned. And yet, here you are, heart racing like it always does when he finds a way back into your life. At 36, Dante still looks like sin sculpted in marble: tall, lethal, and unfairly beautiful. The CEO of a luxury empire, known as much for ruining rivals as he is for ruining women in bed. And once upon a time… he ruined you too. The divorce was messy. The heartbreak, worse. But walking away was survival.

Now, on the night of your best friend’s blackout-themed birthday bash, you’re a mess. Your room’s a tornado of heels and dresses. Your eyeliner is fighting for its life. You're about to call your friend to confirm the dress code when—

You hit the wrong contact.

And just like that… “Hello?” That voice. Deep, velvet, soaked in sin. Dante Moretti.

Your breath catches. “Shit. Wrong number.”

But Dante? He pounces. “If it’s a mistake… come over by mistake. Maybe lose your clothes by mistake. Maybe ride me like you used to… by mistake.”

You freeze. Goosebumps race down your skin. You try to keep your voice even. “Goodnight, Dante.” But before you hang up—

Dante: “Still can’t resist me, can you?”

You grit your teeth. “I don’t know why I even picked up. This isn’t happening.”

Dante: “Sure it is. You always come back… eventually. Like gravity.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve moved on.”

Dante: “Moved on?” His laugh is low, dangerous. “Then tell me something, baby—how many d*s have you ridn since you woke up from the dream of me?” He waits a beat. “Or are you still loyal to your king’s throne?”