Marco rides into Paris on a motorbike and leaves it gasping.
In this decadent, explicit, and unapologetically filthy erotic novella, Marco is power, elegance, and control wrapped in black leather. From the velvet salons of Montmartre to the underground punishment galleries beneath the Seine, he's seduced husbands, wives, strangers - and never once begged for permission.
He performs in redlight rooms. He's tied and worshipped in silence. He ruins a marriage in one night, makes widows kneel, and leaves the city soaked in his scent. No one forgets him - and he remembers no one.
This is not romance.
This is not love.
This is Marco in Paris.
And Paris was only the beginning.