She was never supposed to want him.He was the one man she should have stayed far away from.But the moment their eyes locked, something dark and hungry woke up inside her — an obsession she couldn’t fight, no matter how hard she tried.Lena thought she could control the pull.Jay already knew she was his.One night.One secret.One choice that drags them both into a world of danger, desire, and something far more dangerous than love.Because once you give in to a dark obsession…there’s no going back.

Chapter 1The roar of the Harley cut through the quiet night like a warning.I stood outside the small roadside diner where I worked the late shift, apron still tied around my waist, the smell of grease and coffee clinging to my skin. My shift had ended twenty minutes ago, but I always waited for the last customer to leave before locking up. Tonight, that last customer never came. Instead, a black motorcycle rolled into the empty parking lot, chrome gleaming under the flickering neon sign.The man who swung off the bike was tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerous in a way that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Leather jacket, dark jeans, heavy boots. A full sleeve of ink peeked from under one cuff. When he pulled off his helmet, messy black hair fell across his forehead, and a pair of sharp gray eyes locked onto mine like he’d been looking for me specifically.I should have gone back inside and locked the door.I didn’t.He walked toward me with the kind of confidence that said he owned every place he stepped into. “You closing up?”His voice was low, rough, the kind that scraped along my skin.“Yeah,” I answered, trying to sound steady. “Kitchen’s closed.”He stopped a few feet away, close enough that I could smell leather, motor oil, and something darker underneath. “I’m not here for food.”My heart kicked hard against my ribs. “Then what are you here for?”Those gray eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second before coming back up. “A place to crash for the night. And maybe a conversation with the prettiest thing I’ve seen in three states.”Heat flooded my cheeks. I should have told him to leave. Instead, I heard myself say, “There’s a motel two miles down the road.”“I know.” He took another step closer. “I’d rather stay here.”The words hung between us, heavy and loaded. I didn’t know this man. I didn’t even know his name. Yet something about the way he looked at me made my pulse race in a way that felt reckless and inevitable.“I’m Raven,” I said finally, the name slipping out before I could stop it.One corner of his mouth lifted. “Raven. Suits you.” He held out a hand, calloused and warm when I reluctantly took it. “I’m Kane.”The moment our skin touched, something electric snapped between us. I pulled my hand back too quickly, and his eyes darkened like he’d felt it too.“You shouldn’t be out here alone this late,” he said, glancing around the empty lot.“I’ve managed just fine until now.”“Until now,” he repeated, almost to himself. Then he jerked his chin toward the diner. “You got coffee still hot?”I hesitated only a second before unlocking the door again. “Come in. Five minutes. Then you leave.”He followed me inside, the heavy door swinging shut behind us. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as I poured two cups of the last of the coffee. Kane sat on a stool at the counter, watching me move like he was memorizing every detail.“You always this trusting?” he asked when I slid the mug toward him.“No.”“Then why let me in?”I met his gaze. “Because you looked like you needed it more than I needed to be careful.”Something flickered across his face—surprise, then something hotter. He took a slow sip of coffee, never looking away from me. “Dangerous habit, Raven.”“Maybe.”We talked for more than five minutes. He told me he was passing through, heading south, no real destination. I told him I’d been working at the diner for two years, saving money, trying to figure out what came next. The conversation felt strangely easy, like we’d done this before in some other life.When the clock hit one in the morning, I finally stood. “You should go.”Kane rose too, taller than I remembered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded bill, sliding it under the empty mug. “For the coffee.”“It’s on the house.”“Nothing’s free, little bird.” His voice dropped lower. “Especially not something that looks like you.”My breath caught. He stepped around the counter until he was close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. One of his hands came up, slow, giving me every chance to move away. When I didn’t, his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.“I’m gonna be in town for a few days,” he said quietly. “I’ll come back tomorrow night.”It wasn’t a question.“I might not be here,” I whispered.His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “You’ll be here.”Then he walked out, the door closing softly behind him. A moment later the Harley roared to life and faded into the night.I stood there long after the sound disappeared, heart still racing, the ghost of his touch burning against my skin.I should have been scared.Instead, I was already waiting for tomorrow.Chapter 2The next night he came back exactly as promised.I was wiping down the last table when the familiar rumble filled the parking lot. My stomach flipped. I’d spent the entire day telling myself I wouldn’t look for him, that last night had been a moment of weakness. The second I heard the bike, every lie I’d told myself became useless.so we later married to ea