Billionaire Rolf J. Meikle is overbearing, a wild beast and my worst nightmare!
I have hated this man since the beginning of time!
When he volunteers to become my husband because his brother, my one true love secretly weds another woman, my father accepts the terms of his deal.
I don’t need another man in my life controlling me. I won’t allow it. I have my own life and Rolf will only get in my way. I need a way to be rid of him, for good.
But why is it that when we kiss it feels so right?
Volunteering to marry the woman you slandered to her face every chance you got is not the wisest idea ever, but I did it.
Now, I have to come to terms with having Gianna Mancini as my wife and keep our history a secret from this mafia princess.
Watching as Gianna shows her true self only to me, I can’t help but slowly fall for my gorgeous wife. Protecting her while trying to uncover the truth of what happened between our fathers is a priority, especially when she tells me that she loves me!
Rolf responded in a low growl, crushing his lips to me and doing as I asked. Then he turned us as we stood, with his back to the sofa and walked us over. Sitting and taking me with him, he straddled me over his lap, pulling my dress further up to my hips. I moaned when I felt his fingers brush my skin, and my body jumped with a happiness it had never once known. But still … our kiss … I wanted that kiss from our wedding.
“Kiss me,” I said again, only this time more demanding, as I plunged my tongue back into my husband’s spicy mouth.
“Gianna …” The sound of my name rough in his voice, Rolf chuckled as he pulled away and broke our kiss.
Whimpering, I opened my eyes and found his brown eyes heavy with lust and humour and for a minute, I was lost. Why was he stopping? Why was he laughing?
A hand tucking my hair behind my ear, Rolf eyes searched my own before he spoke. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Lust lingering in his voice.
I frowned. “I told you. Kiss me.” I leaned forward to kiss him.
Rolf shook his head, and he situated us so that I could feel him under me as I sat on him. “What are you hoping to get from our kiss?”
Sighing with frustration, I asked. “Can’t you complete a simple task as kissing me and shut up?” I moved to get up but was held down by my hips.
His eyes focused on my half-naked breasts; he cleared his throat. “If I give you the kiss you were just eating my face off for, will it allow me passage into our bed?”
His eyes raised to mine, and I half laughed, as I started to panic on the inside. Had I been that obvious that I was searching for the one kiss? That one kiss that made me feel … special? “Don’t flatter yourself, Rolf. You just happened to have caught me in a most uncompromising position.”
“And what position is that?” He half-whispered as his fingers played with the ends of my waist-length hair.
“You look like Christoff.” I hissed out in a disgusted tone. “Any kiss I wanted was because of the memories of him.”
His eyes dropping to my stomach, Rolf held onto me tightly, and pushed me off his lap to stand on my legs. Once he was sure enough that I had my footing, his hand dropped from my waist, and he sat back on the sofa, adjusting the front of his jeans.
Standing there for a few moments, looking down at him, I asked foolishly. “That’s it? Nothing to say or threaten me with?”
“No.” Digging into his pocket, Rolf pulled out a single cigarette and lighter and poked the cigarette between his lips.
Frowning again, I grabbed the cigarette from his lips and took a step back before Rolf could grab hold of me.
“Give it back Gianna.” he said in a warning tone.
“Why not?” I repeated as I ignored his hand gesture to return his cigarette.
“Princess, if you want to keep telling me how I’m not Christoff so that you have a reason to keep your distance from me so be it. But that kiss you want so much tells you I’m Rolf and I’m the one you hunger for.” He motioned again for the cigarette. “Sooner or later you’ll be back for that kiss and more since I already told you my plan. And when you come for it, I’ll make damn sure that it’s my name you cry and beg for.”
His face grew dark. “Not just because I intend to fuck you, so you know it, but because Gianna I am going to make love to you. I am going to love every curve of that tempting body of yours, and I am going to brand my name into your skin and down to your very bones. That way, when you’re alone, and you close those beautiful dark eyes, you won’t even remember my brother. No, Princess, you’ll only know me, you’ll only want me. What I told you before I said to piss you off, but now I’m mad, and I’m sick of hearing you say Christoff’s name. I am not him, and when you come for that damn kiss, you’ll see I am Rolf J. Meikle. Your hated bastard, the only one you will only ever want.”
Writing under the pen name Empress Chang, she is referred to as an overly dramatic, outgoing yet shy individual by her friends and family. Half Chinese Jamaican, Chang was born and raised in Jamaica. She then migrated to the United States of America, three years ago where she is still scared of driving on the other side of the road!
Writing stories about her dogs and princesses at a young age, Chang discovered romance books in high school and started writing her own believing that romantic happy ends are necessary for a healthy and happy life.
She is a huge believer in the simple things in life, and her life’s main goal is to be happy. This includes sunny beaches and junk food (of course)!
When Chang is not writing, she is usually reading, watching a series that has hooked her attention and demands to be binged, or is spending time with her supportive, loving husband.