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343 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 8, 2019
"you think I’m beautiful?”
“to think it would suggest it’s born of my imagination, but your beauty is fact. And the reason why I’m not worried about men making a move on you is because you are a Falcone now, my wife, and in Las Vegas nobody goes against us."
"we agreed that I seek pleasure elsewhere, Kiara. Or did you change your mind?”just imagine not being man enough to keep it in your pants during only one freaking day of marriage knowing that your wife can’t do it and already thinking about how to get it from elsewhere🤮
"what the fuck is wrong with you, woman?” he growled. “I was going to grab a fucking piece of pizza, not grope you. I have no intention of fucking you, not now, not ever. For one, there’s no fun in breaking someone broken, and secondly you are Nino’s, so he’s the only one who’s going to get your pussy. Nobody else is going to touch you like that, got it?"
↳ first, there's a OW scene in the beginning before Nino and Kiara meet. it was a little bit descriptive but it felt clinical. but right after Nino and Kiara get married, Kiara allowed Nino to "look elsewhere to satisfy his needs" since she's a rape victim and she's still not comfortable with men. There were no descriptive scenes here and it was barely even mentioned. after 4 weeks of knowing each other, Kiara told Nino to stop.
"You are too beautiful to lurk in the shadows."Gah! I am total trash for the arranged marriage trope, and Cora Reilly writes the absolute BEST there is.
"He knows how strong he is, how powerful. He doesn't have to humiliate me to feel powerful."And watching Kiara come into her own was so satisfying.
“How can you say things that make me feel better when you don’t even understand what I feel?”
“I was promised a Vitiello woman in marriage.
A woman with beauty and grace.
You fulfill my requirements.”
"Before you, there was calm. There was order and logic.”
"And now?” I let out a hoarse exhale.
“Now,” he growled and his expression twisted, “now there’s chaos.”
“When was the last time you talked more than two sentences to a woman?”
Remo swung his legs off the table and got up then pointed at the stripper. “I want to fuck. Get your ass into the changing room. I’ll be there in two minutes. You better be naked.” The woman nodded and hurried backstage. Remo raised one dark eyebrow. “See? Four sentences.”