One night with a mafia boss I’m a captive ballerina. He’s a big, arrogant, tattooed Bratva boss who paid an outrageous amount to own me until dawn. I’m sent to his room, quaking with nerves.
But I refuse to make it easy for him. “Do not fight me, Taylor,” he growls, ice-blue eyes flashing. “I will win.” I run. He catches me, pinning me, his naked body hard against mine. I’m sobbing.
Helpless. Then he whispers into my ear, low and harsh. “There’s something you need to know…”
