"I'm going to give you to the count of 5 love, you can either shut your mouth and go to back to fucking bed or you say one more word and I drag you to bed myself." He growls lowly in my ear, his tone letting me know he's serious. "Hmm? You're awfully quiet Nova, are you sure you don't want to test it out? Maybe, I should tie you down and teach you a little lesson on respect while I'm in there. Maybe you'd like that." "Speak. Come on, I dare you." Come on, I dare you. His word's echo in my head and I open my mouth. "Fuc-" **Contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, alcohol, drugs and/or other mature themes that may be offensive or triggering.

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.