He was never supposed to touch her. She was never supposed to want him. But some temptations don't fade... they poison you slowly. *** Ivy Johnson's life was simple, until it wasn't. One trip. One encounter. One man who should have never crossed her path. Her ex-roommate's brother. Elyas Ashford was everything Ivy had promised herself she'd stay far away from: rich, powerful, unapproachable. The kind of man who makes your pulse misfire in all the wrong ways. From the very first moment they met, she knew she needed to stay away. Far, far away. But her plan didn't stand a chance. Because suddenly, Elyas was everywhere. In the weekend trips with her friends that were supposed to help her forget how messed up her life already was. In her meetings. In her head, long after she told herself she was done thinking about him. And Ivy, despite every wall she builds, can't tell if she wants to escape him... or be consumed by him. Maybe she should've known from the start... Some people aren't lessons. They are consequences. And Elyas Ashford? He's the kind you don't walk away from unburned.

This book is not a standalone. It is a direct continuation of the story that began in For Me, There Is Only You. The emotions, relationships, and consequences carried within these pages are deeply rooted in the events of the first book. If you haven't experienced that journey yet, I strongly recommend starting there, because what follows here is not the beginning of a new story, but the aftermath of everything.

Warning: This book contains mature content. (18+) ___________ This is a story where desire and destiny conflate, His fervent heart seeks his destined mate, Because.... "He was bound by obsession, she was bound by fate." __________ He was too absorbed in ogling my exposed breasts, his gaze dark and hungry. I took advantage of his distraction and glanced toward the door. It hung loosely on its hinges, barely attached after his earlier outburst. A cold reminder of his strength, he could easily rip it apart, just like he could rip me apart. If I ran fast enough, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to the front door. I just needed one chance, one opening. With my heart pounding in my throat, I bolted toward the door, adrenaline pumping through my veins like fire. My bare feet slapped against the floor, each step a desperate plea for freedom. But just as I reached the threshold, his arm shot out like a viper, snaking around my waist and yanking me back. I collided with his chest, the impact knocking the breath out of me. His body was a wall of muscle, impenetrable and unyielding. "We have to do something about your running habit, mate." ___________ Please read the trigger warning in the Author's note before continuing.