LOGINThe glass was freezing against my bare shoulder blades, but his mouth was a brand of fire devouring my protests. Adrian kissed like he fought, without mercy, without hesitation, and with the absolute certainty of victory.My fists pounded against his chest.He didn't even flinch.I twisted my face away, gasping for air, my lips swollen and stinging. "I'm not one of them," I spat, my voice raw with fury. "You don't get to—"His hand closed around my throat.Not squeezing. Just holding. A collar of warm fingers and calloused palm resting against my pulse, which was hammering so hard I could feel it in my teeth."You're right," he said, his thumb stroking the frantic beat beneath my jaw. "You're not one of them. They never pointed a gun at me."The dark amusement in his voice sent a tremor straight through my core."They never looked at me like they wanted to carve my heart out with their bare hands." He tilted my chin up, forcing my tear-streaked face into the pale moonlight streaming t
My lungs stopped working. The glowing red text spelling out 'DECEASED' burned into my retinas, blinding me to everything else in the freezing room. I was staring at a digital graveyard. Every single woman who wore the name Camilla ended up in a body bag. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow, stealing the air from my chest and replacing it with a thick, suffocating dread.The heavy mechanical clunk of the vault door unlocking snapped my attention away from the monitor.Someone was coming.I hiked up the heavy fabric of my midnight gown, my fingers scrambling to find the leather strap secured to my thigh. I unholstered the compact pistol. My hands shook so violently the metal rattled against my ring. I backed away from the terminal and flattened my body against the wall right behind the thick steel door. The heavy slab of metal swung inward, pushing me closer to the wall and completely shielding me from the entrance.A man wearing a tactical security uniform stepped
The crushing pressure of Hector's fingers around my wrist sent a sharp spike of genuine agony up my arm. He stared down at me. His eyes held the cold, calculating look of a man who killed people for a living. He was looking right at my trapped hand. He knew I grabbed his belt.I had a fraction of a second to decide how I was going to survive this. If I fought him, he would break my arm and find the keycard. I needed him to think I was the most pathetic, useless creature in the entire building.I let out a piercing, ragged sob. I went completely limp against his grip, collapsing my knees slightly so he had to hold my weight. I curled my fingers inward, pressing the flat metal of the card tight against my palm, using the dark fabric of my dress to mask the bulky shape."You are hurting me!" I screamed, letting the raw terror in my chest bleed into my voice. Hot tears spilled over my cheeks. I thrashed my shoulders in a wild, uncoordinated panic. "Let me go! Please! I just want to find m
The air rushed completely out of my lungs. The voice whispering against my ear was smooth and laced with a thick, predatory amusement that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The heavy hand resting on my bare shoulder squeezed tight. His fingers dug in just hard enough to leave deep bruises if I tried to pull away too fast.I forced myself to breathe through the sudden surge of nausea rising in my throat. I turned around slowly, pasting a wide, empty smile on my face.The man standing behind me wore a deep maroon suit tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders. A half-mask fashioned from dark leather covered the upper portion of his face, but his lips were curved into a vicious little smirk. I recognized the gold insignia pinned to his lapel instantly. Adrian had forced me to memorize the family crests on the car ride over. This man belonged to the Uncle's faction. He was a direct enemy in the inheritance war, and he was standing close enough to smell my fear."Lost your ke
The tires hummed against the asphalt as the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan tore through the quiet city streets, the passing streetlights casting long, sweeping shadows across the spacious leather cabin. Adrian and I sat in the back seat, separated from the driver by a thick glass partition that kept our world completely silent. He hadn't touched me since we got in, his focus locked onto a tablet in his lap, his jaw tight. The sheer wealth radiating from the car didn't make me feel safe; it just reminded me of how high the stakes were. The weight of the gun against my inner thigh felt heavier with every mile we traveled.Adrian didn't look up from the screen. "Listen closely," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. "When we arrive, the driver will drop us at the main lobby of the Grand Horizon Hotel. To anyone watching, we are just an elite couple looking for a late-night drink. But once we hit the penthouse elevator, a specific key sequence takes us down into the sub-levels."I swa
The heavy mattress shifted, and a sudden draft of cold air hit my bare shoulders. I reached blindly for the duvet, my eyes still heavy with sleep, but my fingers caught nothing but empty space."Up," a deep voice commanded.I blinked against the dim light of the bedroom, my vision clearing to find Adrian standing at the foot of the bed. He wore a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, but his face carried the grim expression of a man who hadn't slept a wink since we left his family's chaotic dinner table. He threw a heavy, black garment bag across the mattress. It landed with a dull thud right next to my legs."What is that?" I muttered, my throat dry. I pushed myself up on my elbows, squinting at the clock on the nightstand. The glowing red numbers read 1:30 AM. My stomach twisted with instant anxiety. "Adrian, it's the middle of the night.""We have an appointment at two-thirty," he said, turning toward the full-length mirror to adjust his cuffs. "You have twenty minutes to get
Chapter 4"Why would I be your Doll?"The words came out before I could stop them. I was still holding the contract, still standing in my doorway with Adrian Volkov and his lawyer and his two security men filling up the narrow landing, and my sister was behind me, and I could feel her confusion tur
I woke up with the card still on the floor where I’d dropped it.The morning light was thin and gray, slipping through the blinds I’d never gotten around to replacing. For a long moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the weight of last night settle back onto my chest. The dent in
He reached into his jacket.My body went rigid. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to get back in my car, to floor it and never look back. But my legs wouldn't move. I was frozen there on the empty street, watching his hand disappear into the dark fabric, waiting for something I couldn't name.H
PrologueMy arms were tied together with a belt. His belt. He'd wrapped it around my wrists tight enough that I couldn't slip free, loose enough that I wasn't losing circulation. The leather was warm from his body, and it smelled like him, cedar, something dark, something that made my stomach clenc







