Louisa belongs to the Russian mafia king whose love is as intoxicating as it is dark and twisted.

When a stranger knocks on her door, devotion turns to obsession, trust to betrayal - and when you can trust no one, can you trust yourself?

If you crave an alpha male who isn't "morally grey" but pitch‐black to the core, a heroine trapped in lies and obsessive love, and a hero who is nothing like you think—this is your mafia romance.

Nothing is what it seems. No one is who they claim to be.

"You are mine," he growled, stalking toward me like a predator closing in on a cornered animal. "Say it," he commanded, his voice dropping to a harsh demand.

He shoved me down onto the sofa, my back hitting the cushions hard, and with a violent, merciless tug, he ripped my skirt away.

"I'm yours," I whispered into the dark, heavy air, tears spilling over my lashes.

"Louder," he demanded. "Let him hear it."

"I'm yours," I whimpered, my voice breaking.

He pinned me down instantly, throwing his heavy weight over me. With my arms wrenched and locked tightly behind my back by the plastic strip, I was entirely defenseless, as he wrapped one hand around my throat to choke off any movement

"Louder!" he demanded again.

"I'm yours! I'm yours!" I repeated, a frantic chant of surrender as he forced himself inside me with all his unrestrained jealousy.