“He kissed me like he owned me—and maybe he did.” Damian Volkov was the last man I should have wanted. The mafia king of Paris.Cold.Ruthless.Deadly. But the moment his hands touched me, I knew there was no escape. Every glance is a warning. Every touch is a claim. Every kiss is a war I can’t win. He drags me into his world of power and blood, where betrayal hides in every shadow and love is the most dangerous sin of all. And yet… I can’t stop craving him. Because when he touches me, I forget who I am. I forget he’s the monster— And I remember only this: I’m his.