Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

“And I’m pretty sure the good people of the airport will eventually take issue when we rock this pod away from the wall.”

“Don’t raise your voice around my wife.” Dominic’s tone is cold. Ice to King’s fire.

My sleep habits haven’t suddenly changed, so I’m still face down, probably snoring. And the mafia kingpin who drugged me into marriage doesn’t pull me into his side. He doesn’t spoon me with his arm around my waist. Nope. He starfishes his body over mine. Smashing me into the damn mattress.