He cornered me in the clubhouse, the scent of smoke and motor oil clinging to his cut. “You are mine now, little wife. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every secret you are keeping.” The tension between us was intense, hotter than the Arizona sun, and when his leather jacket grazed my skin, my pulse tripped like a misfiring engine. I should have been terrified. This man, Grave, the President of the Iron Revenants, could end me with just one tattooed hand. But fear wasn’t what had me trembling. It was him… the way he looked at me like he already owned every inch of my soul. “But I… I am married to your son,” I whispered, my lips barely touching his jaw, tasting whiskey and danger. He smiled—a slow, dangerous thing that made my knees weak. “I will fuck you again and let you decide if that’s still true.” I once thought he was the villain in my story. Turns out, he may be the only man who ever saw me clearly. Now, I am trapped between a father who shouldn’t want me… and a husband who doesn’t deserve me. In the brutal world of the Iron Revenants, love isn’t sweet… it’s savage. And Grave? He was about to teach me that some sins leave a lasting mark. They burn—deep, raw, and permanent. —