Rayne smirked, exhaling smoke. "Not like this, huh? What's that mean, mama?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing a pillow to throw at her. "Stop calling me that." "You don't want me to?" she asked, leaning forward, grin sharp. I froze, lips parting. "...I didn't say that." Her laugh filled the room, low and warm.

A dangerous, obsessive stud with a dark past becomes infatuated with a soft, feminine woman trying to escape her toxic ex. What starts as protection turns into possession. The stud doesn't share. The femme doesn't know how to stop craving the chaos.