Chapter 6 Velvet And Gunpowder

• Alessia Moretti had never looked more dangerous.
• The red silk clung to her like it had been sewn directly to her skin, daring anyone to touch her, undress her with a glance—and yet, God help them if they tried. Her lips were the color of sin, eyes shadowed in smoky defiance. She wasn't just the birthday girl. She was the forbidden prize no one had the courage—or permission—to claim.
• Except one man had already taken her.