Filthy Rich (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #2)

by Serena Akeroyd

He relinquished his hold on my throat, and I felt as though all the stuffing had disappeared from my bones as I almost slouched in my seat. He smirked at the sight, a quick twist of his lips that made my heart flutter, before he reached for my hand and bridged our fingers together. Together, like royalty, we faced the room as the speeches began. His hold on me was firm. Hot. Possessive. And oddly enough, I didn’t mind. Not one bit.