In the neon-drenched penthouses of Manhattan, a journalist hunting for her next big story walks into the wrong club and finds herself pinned beneath a gaze that promises no escape.
He does not ask. He takes. Each time he has her, the man she was shrinks smaller, drowned out by the woman who arches into his hands, who learns the rhythm of his pleasure, who waits wet and wanting for his next command. The danger should send her running. Instead she spreads her legs faster, opens her mouth wider, begs dirtier each time he shows her exactly how thoroughly she belongs to him now.
But his world bleeds into hers until the stories she once chased threaten to expose the man whose bed she cannot leave, whose name she cries when she touches herself, whose marks she wears like a second skin under her professional blouses. She has become his in ways no contract could capture, his to use, his to keep, his to ruin for any other touch. The question is no longer whether she can escape. It is whether she still wants to.
A full-length dark possessive erotic romance featuring obsessive possession, male dominance, and a woman who discovers that being owned was what she needed all along.
