He doesn’t ask. He claims. From the moment Kane Voss’s dark eyes locked onto mine at that exclusive Los Angeles underworld gala, I knew I was his. This ruthless billionaire doesn’t do casual. He doesn’t do temporary. He wants an empire built from our bloodline — and he wants me as its queen. “I’m going to breed you, Lilian,” he whispers against my skin in the dead of night, his voice rough with raw hunger. “I want to watch your body change because of me. I want my child growing inside you while I worship every curve. You were made to carry my legacy… and I was made to ruin you for anyone else.” His obsession is relentless. He protects me with a savagery that should terrify me. He spoils me with a devotion that makes me weak. And every time he pulls me into his arms, he paints vivid, filthy pictures of our future — my belly swollen with his baby, his hands possessive on my hips, his seed claiming me again and again. I should run from a man this dangerous, this consumed by the need to fill me with his children. But the truth is far more twisted. The more he demands, the more I crave it. I want to be claimed. I want to be bred. I want to surrender to the only man who can make me burn this brightly. In his world of power, shadows, and unbreakable vows, I’m not just his obsession. I’m his chosen one. 18+ only.
