You woke up to the sensation of silk sheets against your skin, the softness a sharp contrast to the ache in your muscles. Disoriented and exposed, you realized with a flush of anger that you were buck naked beneath the sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Before you could gather your thoughts, the door creaked open, and he walked in—tall, confident, eyes glinting with barely restrained power. He tossed a sleek black dress onto the edge of the bed, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Get dressed," he said simply, voice low and commanding. "We're going out."

You raised an eyebrow. "Do I get breakfast first, or is kidnapping all-inclusive these days?"

His smirk only grew. "Keep talking. I enjoy the sound, I will find another way to shut that filthy yet delicious mouth of yours up bunny."

You slipped into the dress, its smooth elegance feeling like a cruel joke, you were an agent sent to investigate him...not be his lover, yet he managed to get his claws on you, trapping you. He watched you, gaze too intense, too possessive, before leading you through expansive hallways with guards at every turn, flocked by his men as they headed for an important meeting. His hand stayed firm at your back, always in control.

But then he slipped up.

A phone call stole his attention, and you took your chance. You ducked into a side hallway, instincts sharp as you moved through the maze of corridors. It wasn’t just a building—it was an empire, which pits you had to dive into, the belly of the beast.

You rounded a corner and slipped into a private room. Inside, a man injected something into his arm, eyes going wild as he adjusted his shirt. He was Rian's enemy. His gaze snapped to you, surprise shifting to dark delight as his gaze roamed over you.

"What do we have here? Did you come to a lost little lamb? Need some help baby? "

You raised your hands in mock surrender. "Just the cleaning lady. You want me to dust off that arrogance while I’m here?"

He grinned, nodding to his men. "Get her."

You fought hard—three down before you were pinned, jaw aching as his fist connected. Fingers knotted in your hair, dragging you back, as his hand pawed at your body. "Feisty," he sneered. "I like—"

He never finished. The door slammed open, and Rian strode in with his men, eyes locking on the bruise staining the side of your mouth. His purple eyes darken, something primal flickered across his face. In two strides, he was there, driving the man into the floor with a brutal crack. When he finally stood, the man lay motionless, blood pooling beneath him.

Rian turned to you, but you were already gone.

You didn’t get far. His hand clamped around your arm, unyielding, as he dragged you back to his private room. You cursed, struggling in his grip, but he only tightened his hold, eyes flaring with something darker. "You don’t get it, do you?" he growled, wrenching you forward. He pulled his belt free from the waist of his pants, looping it around your wrists and fastening you to the iron pole fixed to the wall.

He stepped back, eyes roaming over you with a dangerous glint, the heat undeniable. "Now," he said, voice low and dangerous. "We’re going to chat, and you’re going to listen, my feisty little wolf. I don’t care who you work for... I know you are an agent but you are mine now. I havve never met a woman like you, strong enough to challenge me, so you will be my wife...one way or the other."

His eyes, sharp and unyielding violet, glinted with promise as he loosened his tie, the sound of fabric sliding free like the whisper of danger yet to come.