Alessandro Sinclair was menacing.

He was everything I was supposed to stay away from as a teen and as a wife. The piece of candy I wasn't allowed to have because it was bad for me. The more I couldn't have it the more I wanted it. I was going to be the reason my marriage was going to fall into shambles and break.

I'd already cheated by dreaming of him touching me. Touching myself and wanting my hands to be his hands. Being touched and wanting him instead of the man I tied my life to. I tried ...