Dominic’s POV
The moment I laid eyes on her tonight, I knew I was f****d.
She stepped out into the foyer, heels clicking, the silk of that gown hugging every inch of her body, and my heart stopped like some green bastard seeing a woman for the first time. I’ve seen women in diamonds and gowns worth more than most men’s homes, but Anna—Christ, Anna—she wore a simple dress like it was made of sin and she was the only one holy enough to carry it.
I’d been on the phone, halfway through tearing into someone, but the second she came into view my words died. My lungs forgot how to work. For a man who ruled entire cities with his fists and his name, all it took was one smile from her eyes cast downward to undo me. I remember walking up, touching her cheek, feeling her skin warm under my palm li
