I didn't want the attention of an enigma. Hated it. A weakness I never saw coming. Vaughn Morozov is the future mafia pakhan, a silent tempest, reserved yet harboring unparalleled danger. He was the goddamn devil. Our fate was sealed with an arranged marriage before we knew each other. But no one mentioned how he now wants to keep me, possess me, swallow me whole. How he likes to take, take, and take. He wants to leave me drained until I bow to him. Unlucky for him, I bow to no one. So bring it on.