Sienna Vale is done settling. Done with soft hands, polite orgasms, and men who treat her body like something fragile. After finally ending things with a fuck-buddy who never learned how to touch her the way she needed, she walks into a crowded bar with one clear intention: find someone who looks like trouble and let him ruin her for a single night. She finds Lucian Voss. He is sitting across the room with ink crawling from the backs of his hands all the way up his throat, a glass of vodka in his fingers, and eyes that do not look away when she catches him staring. One nod is all it takes. One heated conversation later, she is in his car. One elevator ride after that, his hand is around her throat and his voice is low against her mouth. “Tell me how you want to be fucked, Sienna.” She gives him the only answer that feels true. *However you want.* Lucian takes her hard, thoroughly, and without mercy. By the time the night ends she is marked, sore, and certain she has gotten exactly what she came for. She is wrong. When his phone lights up with an urgent message from his brother, the carefully controlled stranger in her bed becomes someone colder. Someone dangerous. By morning Sienna is no longer a one-night stand. She is a complication. A liability. And, in Lucian’s mind, already his. A photograph of them leaving the bar together reaches his enemies. Suddenly the anonymous night she wanted becomes a cage of reinforced doors, restricted elevators, and quiet, lethal protection. Lucian Voss does not ask if she wants to stay. He simply decides she will. His world is not made for ordinary women, and the men who want him dead now know her face. He promised her one night. He is taking far more. Trapped between the man who makes her body ache with need and the violence that follows him, Sienna must decide whether she will fight the claim he has already placed on her… or whether she will surrender to the only words that still make sense when his hand is around her throat: *However you want.*