She thought she could steal from me. Now she belongs to me.
The moment she walks into my club—dressed in a stolen uniform, carrying a tray of champagne—I know she doesnt belong.
When I catch her in my office, stealing secrets, I give her a choice: tell me who sent her or find out exactly what happens to those who cross a Volkov.
Shes fire and defiance wrapped in silk, and the harder she resists, the deeper my obsession sinks. Im possessive. Overprotective. Dangerous. Now shes in my bed, bound by my rules—and I dont play fair.
Shes made enemies, and theyre closing in. But theyll have to get through me first.
Because shes mine now. And I wont let go.
*If you crave the possessive darkness of Zoe Blake and the electric heat of Jill Ramsower DEVIOUS SECRETS will be your next addiction.
