Authors Note

"Do you know the alphabet, Vianna?"
Her fingers curl in my hair, her thighs trembling around my head as I smirk into her tantalising core.
She knows what's coming, and she's already losing control.
My sweet, forbidden fruit.
Except I'm Angelo Vincent Romano.
Nothing is forbidden, especially not her.
The exception to every rule I've ever made.
The woman who tastes of forever.
My only weakness.