They’ll have their vengeance—and their pleasure, too.

Revenge is like ice cream. Best served cold, and in bed.

And nobody serves up vengeance like the villains in these stories.

Because there is no better way to exact your revenge than to make your target crave your touch. To make them beg you for their pleasure, to drive them to the brink of madness as they scream your name.

But there is a thin line between love and hate. And an even thinner line between vengeance… and obsession.

She's being blackmailed.

And she's lying about it.

Ordinarily, I'd turn a blind eye. But it's her. And I won't let any darkness touch her.

I give her chance after chance to come clean and accept my protection, but she resists me at every turn. Her relentless defiance only intensifies my insatiable hunger for her.

As a Russian mafia crime boss, I don't accept disobedience. It's a lesson she's going to learn again and again until she accepts her fate.

I seal our bond with this vow.

I will make her mine.

It should have been an easy transaction—money for information—but he's turned the tables.

With each passing moment, the nightmares worsen.

Tortured images of a past I cannot remember haunt me.

I know Im in danger I just dont know why.

Then he comes to my town.

I can feel him watching me, studying me, always from the shadows—like a hunter stalking its prey.

The closer he circles, the more aware of him I become.

His nearness is toxic, and yet

Theres something about the darkness within him that calls to me, that speaks to the scars of my troubled past.

Only a truly violent man could understand my demons.

He will either be my salvation or lead me to my destruction.