Naomi is just trying to get through college with her GPA intact. She didn't expect her new, high-paying private tutoring client to be Giovanni Emilio-star striker by day, heir to the city's most brutal syndicate by night. He's aggressive, arrogant, and dangerous. She's quiet, studious, and entirely off-limits. But the more time they spend together, the more the lines between her structured world and his chaotic one begin to blur. Between the high stakes of the soccer season and the dangerous secrets of his family legacy, they find themselves drawn into a connection that neither of them can afford. ----------- "You're much more fun without that book in your hand," he snickered, his voice dropping to a low, jagged crawl. "I can't wait to see how much fun we'll have once I peel you out of those clothes." I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, a deep crimson I couldn't hide. He noticed immediately, leaning in until I could feel the predatory warmth of his breath against my ear. "Oh, aren't you such a sweet, good girl? Blushing at every little thing Daddy says?" He let out a dark, rhythmic hum of approval, his hand coming up to tilt my chin back so I had nowhere to look but into his eyes. "Go ahead, keep turning red for me. I want to see exactly how far that flush goes when I really give you something to blush about."