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D id I plan to kidnap the object of my obsession from Balor and Lucy’s backyard premiere party?

Not exactly.

But let’s just say the opportunity presented itself.

One moment, Leanna Volkov is laughing under those twinkling garden lights, sipping from a champagne flute like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

So goddamn beautiful. So untouchable.

And the next?

She’s in my car.

Unconscious, but breathing softly.

Like a princess in a fairytale.

My Princess.

I know what this looks like.

I know what they’ll say.

I can already hear my mother’s screams. My father’s rage.

And Adrik Volkov’s wrath.

But I don’t give two shits.

Let them come.

They should’ve never let her out of their sight.

Because now?

She’s mine.

Her lips are slightly parted, the soft sound of her breath filling the interior of the SUV as I take the long route to the estate I’ve spent the last year building—just for her.

A place no one knows about. A place no one can find.

Tucked away on the Jersey Shore.

She has no idea what’s coming.

Not really.

She might suspect I’ve watched her. Followed her.

But she doesn’t know how deep it runs.

I’ve loved her since we were kids— since she was too young to understand what she did to me with every careless laugh and roll of her eyes.

Too young for me to touch.

And fuck you, I’m no pervert.

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.

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