They took me in the raid's chaos, guns blazing, my badge still hot from the draw.
Now I'm his. Locked in a penthouse high above New York's endless lights, harbor waves mocking my cage below.
This merciless predator, all lethal grace and shadowed eyes, seized more than my freedom that night. He took the fight right out of me, one gravel command at a time.
I spit defiance at first. Sarcasm my shield, every barbed word a desperate grab for control.
But God, his hands. They pin me in interrogation's gloom, bodies slick with sweat and fury, breath ragged against my neck.
He demands surrender like it's oxygen, his dominance a leash I yank against even as it pulls me under.
The man who should be my kill now feels like the only anchor in this storm I've ignited.
Silk sheets twist beneath us in the dim penthouse haze, limbs locked in a battle that blurs into hunger.
Salt air drifts in, thick with the hush after our wars, his touch turning brutal hold to something achingly soft.
I crave that shift, the yield where his command cracks my walls and reveals the protector he's buried deep.
Yet yielding to the enemy? It guts me. My career, my self-respect, the agent I clawed to become-all dangle by the thinnest thread over his abyss.
What if his chains are the salvation I've starved for, the raw security I pretend to despise?
The line between prisoner and his shadowed consort frays with every gasp I hide.
One more command, one more yielding press of skin, and everything shatters.
Or maybe that's the point-the terrifying thrill of breaking open under the man who owns me.
A full-length captive dark mafia erotic romance featuring a defiant agent and her ruthless captor.
