“I'll kill for you, I'll die for you, but most of all, I'll own you.”My father sold me off to a ruthless killer in Russian mafia, an alliance between the Russian and the Costa Nostra, an arranged marriage where I'd be at the mercy of a man who would no doubt see me as his property. Where I was sure, he'd be just as cruel as any made man I'd known in my whole life. Killian Volkov, known to be a sociopath and for killing anyone for the smallest infraction. And I'd be forever tied to him.an accessory he could use and dispose of anyway he saw fit. And then I found myself painted red, my wedding dress stained in blood, a man dead by my husband's hand just for touching my hair, I was terrified of the lengths Killian would go just to get what he wanted, to keep me as his. But despite all that, I felt something else, something stronger far more dangerous, need, want, dark and depraved desire. And it was all for the man that said I was his. For better or worse.