She came for the land, not for him. The paperwork was supposed to be simple: inspect the property, contest the will, fly home to her city life. Then she met the man living on it.
He does not ask permission. He takes. His hands leave dirt on her skin, his mouth leaves marks, and every time she tries to leave, he gives her another reason to stay just one more hour. She tells herself she hates him. She tells herself she will not spread her legs for a brute who talks with his body instead of words. Her body disagrees.
The cabin is small. The bed is smaller. He breeds her like he owns her, again and again, until her protests turn to pleas and her pleas turn to something worse: need. She was raised to inherit empires, not to carry a homesteader's child. Now she wakes wet between her thighs, dreaming of his rough hands on her hips, his teeth at her throat, the filthy things he whispers while he pumps her full.
The land is not the only thing he is claiming. Her family's lawyers are calling. She is not answering. The woods are damp, the spring runs hot, and she has stopped counting how many times she has let him spill inside her unprotected.
A full-length rough breeding erotic romance featuring an urban heiress and the feral man who refuses to let her go.
