All Because I Kissed a Stranger

“Congratulations, Catherine. You've just become my fiancée.”

A sultry smile curved Hunter Thorne's lips as he watched me with his predatory gaze. He was the future Don Cartelli, the purest embodiment of danger, and I was about to become his wife.

How was I supposed to know that the hot stranger I kissed in the club was one of the most fearsome men in New York?! Once I realized my mistake, I chose to stay away from him. My fate, however, had other plans…

When my quiet little world began to fall apart, this notorious Mafia boss became my only salvation. I needed money and protection, and he needed a wife. This was supposed to be a simple deal, but nothing is ever simple with Hunter Thorne.

He's the devil incarnated, and I've just entered his hell. This devil craves my body, heart, and soul… and I'm seconds away from surrendering every last piece of me.

Truth or Dare

CATHERINE

I stared at the three giggling idiots in front of me and kept asking myself how in the world I ended up in this situation. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be sitting in this white-leather booth in the VIP zone of the wealthy-snob-only club. I shouldn't be drinking stuff that cost more than half of my usual paycheck. And I certainly shouldn't wear that stupid pink, glittering veil on my head, like a goddamn Barbie bride!

“Your turn to spin, Portia!” Naomi gestured at my half-sister with her drink, spilling more than a few drops on the table.

“God save me,” I murmured, taking a cautious sip from my glass.

Devilishly grinning, Portia placed the bottle on the table and spun it. I exhaled slowly, leaning against the seat. I still couldn't believe that my father made me come here, made me pretend I was happy for her, and that I was grateful she picked me as one of her bridesmaids. As if the fact that she was going to marry my ex-boyfriend—the guy I'd once wanted to marry and have kids with—didn't fucking matter...

The bottle stopped, pointing at Coco. The girl cackled, causing her blond curls to bounce. “Truth!” she exclaimed.

My sister straightened up in her seat, brushing the glitter-covered brown strand of her hair behind her shoulder. Her hazel eyes locked on her bestie. “Did you or did you not sleep with the basketball team in our sophomore year?”

Surely, I had no idea who that guy was, but apparently, Coco knew him—perhaps knew him all too well—since she gasped and clamped her hand over her mouth.

“You did!” Naomi pointed her finger at her, snorting. “You little slut!”

“I did not!” Coco shook her head before adding, “We certainly did not sleep…”

I rolled my eyes and rose to my feet. Portia's head instantly snapped in my direction. “I didn't allow you to leave.” Her eyes fixed on me, a cruel smirk dancing on her lips. “Get your fat ass back on the seat,”