"You think I'm the devil for wanting my wife's baby sister spread open and begging. But you came here, Felicia. You texted me back and you ran here. You let me finger f*ck you against a hotel wall like a desperate little wh*re while Eva's probably acting like the perfect wife at home." Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister's husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again. While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that's about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don. "You're going to marry me, little sunflower." Zara's eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can't go far. She can't go anywhere. "Fuck you," she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceiling all night. "I'd rather die." He smiled. It was small and polite, the kind he used to give people who betrayed him right before he buried them in the ground. "That can be arranged. But first…" Massimo curled his fingers inside her. "You're going to come on my hand," he said calmly, "and then you're going to say yes."