I craved one reckless night.
No strings. No empire-crushing complications. Just escape from the boardroom wars that scarred me deeper than I admit.
But there, on that glittering gala balcony-city lights pulsing below, cool breeze teasing my skin-his lips hovered inches from mine. Father's shadow loomed through the glass doors, a warning I ignored. He was poison. The son of my deadliest rival. Yet when his hand claimed the small of my back, pulling me into the dark, I shattered.
We collided like rivals turned addicts. Penthouse sheets tangled around sweat-slick skin at dawn, his body driving into mine with thrusts that blurred hate into something obscene-desperate, body-shaking surrenders where every forbidden release swelled with unspoken need. I told myself it was revenge. One night to mock the feud. But his dark laugh against my throat whispered ruin: "You're mine now."
Weeks later, the test confirms it. His seed blooms inside me, my belly pressing against his trembling palm in the hush of confession. Independence? My hard-won throne? The child's future? All teeter as his touch unravels me again. I mask the terror with sarcasm-"This wasn't the plan"-but the ache owns me. Thrilled. Terrified.
He offers possessive salvation, torn between legacy and the man who burns for me. Yet loyalties clash like corporate knives. One night birthed devotion. Will it forge us unbreakable, or shatter everything in blood feud's grasp?
A full-length surprise pregnancy breeding erotic romance featuring a defiant business rival and her enemy's possessive heir.
