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I waited.

Waited through her private schooling. Her world tours. Her elite security. Waited while she flirted with the sons of kings, dated bland pretty boys who didn’t deserve to be near her.

I bided my time.

Played the long game.

And tonight? Tonight she looked too fucking perfect to resist.

Red silk dress.

A hint of cleavage.

Hair pinned up with soft curls framing that sharp, spoiled face.

Leanna fucking Volkov.

She has no idea what it’s like to be wanted the way I want her.

What it means to be owned, body and soul.

But she’ll learn.

I’ll teach her that pain and pleasure aren’t enemies.

That captivity can be devotion.

That obsession can feel like home.

If I have to trick her? I will.

If I have to hide her from the world? Easy.

If I have to make her crave my touch like it’s the only air she can breathe?

Then so be it.

She’ll scream at first.

Cry, probably.

But she’ll come around. They always do.

Especially when you’re willing to bleed for them.

Kill for them.

Leanna thinks she knows darkness.

She’s lived her whole life surrounded by powerful men and velvet secrets.

But she’s never met someone like me.

Someone willing to rip the world apart to have her.

Let her father come. Let him try.

They’ll never find her. Not until it’s too late.

Because she’s not theirs anymore.

She’s mine.

Finally mine.