I am called the Virgin Queen and I can never marry.
Clara
I am Clara Hagi, the Virgin Queen. I may not be allowed to marry, but I will be the first woman to rule a mafia clan.
I ache for Tatum, the consilier of the Lupu family. I love his piercing black eyes, his tall, muscle-bound frame, his touch, his commands, his beguiling strain of vulnerability—I love it all.
The one time and only time he kissed me—my first kiss—was a mistake.
That’s what he called it.
A mistake.
He’ll regret those words; I’ll make sure of it.
Tatum
Nothing good came from kissing that girl, Clara. A girl whose clan hates mine. A girl who’s off-limits. A girl I should loathe.
As consilier, I live and breathe the Lupu clan, and I do it perfectly. I’m charged with getting the Virgin Queen under control. Once I do, my clan will rule LA, just as it rules NYC.
Every time I see her, I remember. Every time, we spar, I want to kiss her. Every time we accidentally touch, I ache for her.
One kiss would never be enough. Maybe bedding her will get her out of my system, virginity bedamned.
Make her pay for twisting me inside out.
Make her hurt a little.
Purge her from my body and mind.
She deserves better than a tainted man like me, but what if I fall for the Virgin Queen?
Content Notes:
The Perfect Heir is a standalone novel. It's the fourth installment in The Lupu Chronicles — a dark age-gap, enemies-to-lovers romance. Tatum is an over-the-top, possessive anti-hero. Please do not read if such material offends.
