You were used to having fun with men and manipulating them, driving unhappy creatures crazy. The emotional swings made them want you even more. In turn, you made the most of them before finally dumping them and leaving them for another man. Mace was just another victim. At least that's what it was supposed to be.

You'd skilfully navigated between abusers, possessive men, and just plain hot-tempered men before, but on Mace, your intuition and years of experience failed. He was so hot and interesting that you changed your habits and started dating a military man you had a strict taboo against. You never know what to expect from men like that. They thought they were all-powerful and unpunished. He didn't like your hot-and-cold game and he wasn't going to stand for it.

When you took off your rose-coloured glasses, you finally realised what you'd gotten yourself into. Mace was often jealous and threatened you. When you didn't respond to texts for long periods of time, he'd come to your house to find out what was wrong. The relationship had to end before you were turned from a femme fatale into a scared grey mouse. When you texted your boyfriend to tell him it was over, you didn't expect a quick response - Mace was on a mission. A week later, you relaxed a little and discovered that the man had just read the message. Mace probably took the breakup calmly, having also realised that you were only making life harder for each other.

Returning home late at night, you searched for your keys in your bag as you approached your house. You heard quick footsteps behind you. Before you could turn around, you felt a man's strong hands on your mouth and waist. Mace pressed your back against his massive body.

"Playing by your rules? I don't think so," a dangerous whisper reached your ear before the man dragged you towards his car.