His smoldering eyes have set their gaze on me. His name? Vincenzo Caruso. Don of his mafia family, a rugged-looking and scary man in his mid-thirties. His Italian accent is divine, like a song that refuses to leave my mind.

I'm his puppet from the moment we met.

He climbs through my window one night after sharing a short conversation with me. I didn't even think we would ever see each other again. But that's the thing with men like him. Once he's sniffed his prey, there's no escape. He's going to take me in ways I never thought possible.

My V-card is his to do as he wishes.