Accardi

He lowered his lips to her ear. “It’ll come at a cost,” he whispered before tugging her earlobe with his teeth.
Her knees wobbled and if it were not for his grip on her hip she would have fallen. He shoved his knee between her thighs as a secondary support in case he decided he needed his hands elsewhere.
“What do you want?” she asked.
His lips grazed her neck and she whimpered as the pleasure his lips brought sank between her legs.
“Your name,” he breathed. “Your real name.”
“Why is it important?” she asked, revealing for the first time that his hunch was correct.
He chuckled against her collarbone. “So I know what name to call out when I come inside you again.”
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.