I was supposed to die the day my university burned.
Instead… he took me.
Sasha Sokolov.
A Bratva king.Cold. Violent. Untouchable.
The kind of man my father feared.
The kind of man my father…sold me to.
Now I live in his house.Under his rules.Under his control.
He calls it protection.
But the way he watches me—the way his voice lingers on my name—
that isn’t protection.
It’s possession.
I’m not his guest.I’m not even his prisoner.
I’m his payment.
And every time I try to fight him…he gets closer.
Closer.
Until I can feel it—that pull I shouldn’t want…
but do.
Because the most dangerous truth isn’t that he owns me—
it’s that I’m starting to want him to.
And when I finally learn why I was traded…
running won’t save me.
It will only make him chase me.
