Warm My Bed, Brother-in-law

“Spread your legs for me until your husband wakes up.” I barely have time to breathe before I’m pressed against the office door. His fist tightens in my hair, and his other hand hikes my skirt up without hesitation, like this was always going to happen. His lips hover at my ear, his voice quiet and deadly. “Six months, Elena,” Damian murmurs, knuckles brushing the inside of my thigh. “For six months, my brother will get your name, and I get your body. Fair, isn’t it?” I should push him away. I should scream until someone hears me. I should be thinking about my husband lying in a hospital bed, machines breathing for him. Instead, my fingers clutch my husband’s brother’s shirt, and I hate that my body responds before my mouth can find the word no. Because in a world built on blood and betrayal, the only man who’s ever looked at me like I was more than a decoration is my husband’s much younger brother. I’m Elena Vitale, 38, wife of a powerful mafia boss now clinging to life in a coma and somehow, I'm the one left holding an empire I never wanted. And the only person ruthless enough to help me hold it together is Damian Vitale. At 26, he’s the black sheep of the family… an exiled hacker who built his own ruthless syndicate from nothing but resentment, genius, and an obsession with me that began when he was nineteen. Our deal is brutally simple. He’ll protect my husband’s empire. He’ll hunt the traitor who put a bullet in his brother’s chest. And in exchange, I’ll give the devil everything he’s craved for years. My body. My surrender. My soul… until the day my husband opens his eyes.