I went on a blind date to celebrate turning thirty. Instead, I was drugged, kidnapped... and claimed by a stranger who knew exactly how to ruin me.
He never told me his name that night. He just whispered promises against my skin, dark, filthy, and impossible to forget.
Weeks later, I thought I’d imagined him. Until I saw those same charcoal-gray eyes on my flight staring back at me like a predator who never stopped hunting his prey. Luca Lombardi isn’t a man you escape. He’s power wrapped in sin, a devil in a tailored suit. And now, he wants a deal. My submission for him to control. No feelings. No questions. No falling in love.
It should be easy. Except every time he touches me, I forget the difference between fear and desire. And every time I tell myself to run, I remember how it felt to belong to the monster who stole me. Because the worst part of being claimed by the devil is how good it feels to burn for him.
He never told me his name that night. He just whispered promises against my skin, dark, filthy, and impossible to forget.
Weeks later, I thought I’d imagined him. Until I saw those same charcoal-gray eyes on my flight staring back at me like a predator who never stopped hunting his prey. Luca Lombardi isn’t a man you escape. He’s power wrapped in sin, a devil in a tailored suit. And now, he wants a deal. My submission for him to control. No feelings. No questions. No falling in love.
It should be easy. Except every time he touches me, I forget the difference between fear and desire. And every time I tell myself to run, I remember how it felt to belong to the monster who stole me. Because the worst part of being claimed by the devil is how good it feels to burn for him.