He didn't just buy my company. He bought me.

I built Sterling Vanguard Freight into an untouchable fortress of wealth, precision, and discretion. But when bankruptcy threatened to destroy my legacy and send my employees to prison, I made a deal with the devil.

Antone Cesari walked into my pristine boardroom in a bespoke suit, offering a multi-million dollar bailout. The ink dried. His men locked the doors. And I learned the terrifying truth: the bailout was a trap.

Antone isn't a venture capitalist. He's the ruthless head of a Corsican cartel, and he needs my untraceable flight routes to move his illicit cargo. But his demands don't stop at my company. He freezes my bank accounts. He strips me of my assets. The top floor of my own London high-rise becomes my gilded cage, and my brutal new boss requires my complete, utter submission.

I thought my icy, corporate composure would protect me. I was wrong. My attempts to outsmart him only trigger a feral, violent obsession. He makes me beg for the safety of my employees. He forces me to run his smuggling empire from his lap. And the most humiliating, terrifying part of all?

My mind screams that he is a monster, but my body is becoming completely addicted to his absolute control.