She didn’t just rent an apartment. She stepped into her stalker’s trap. Ava thinks she’s alone. Safe. But I’ve been inside her walls since day one. Watching. Touching. Waiting. And the second I saw her spread those sweet thighs in her sleep? I was done waiting. She doesn’t know I already own her. Doesn’t know she’s been mine from the second she walked through that door. And when she finally learns the truth? She’ll be too full of me to run. _If you like your monsters obsessive, your breeding raw, and your heroines ruined for any other man, this story’s your new addiction ;-) PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK IF YOU EXPECT ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY REALISTIC. THIS STORY IS 100% A TWISTED, DARK FANTASY THAT’S MEANT TO SWEEP YOU AWAY INTO A PLACE OF FILTHY, DEPRAVED FUN. NOTHING ELSE. JUST AN UNHINGED ESCAPE FROM REALITY & A WHOLE LOT OF ONE-HANDED PAGE-TURNING. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!_

I’ve been watching her for months. Now, I’m ready to take what’s mine. In my world, nothing slips past me. I make money, I enforce loyalty, and I bury those who cross the Bratva. But Zara… she’s different. She doesn’t belong in my darkness, yet I can’t look away. Every smile, every nervous twist of her necklace, every lie she tells the world about being untouchable—I’ve memorized it all. Zara thinks she’s safe. She thinks her plan to have a child on her own will keep her free of men like me. She’s wrong. When danger comes for her, I step in—not as her savior, but as her captor. Under my roof, there are no locked doors… because there’s nowhere to run. She’ll learn that protection has a price. That in my arms, she’s not free. She’s mine. And once I claim her, I’ll never let her go.