Devious Secrets

She thought she could steal from me. Now she belongs to me. The moment she walks into my club—dressed in a stolen uniform, carrying a tray of champagne—I know she doesn’t belong. When I catch her in my office, stealing secrets, I give her a choice: tell me who sent her… or find out exactly what happens to those who cross a Volkov. She’s fire and defiance wrapped in silk, and the harder she resists, the deeper my obsession sinks. I’m possessive. Overprotective. Dangerous. Now she’s in my bed, bound by my rules—and I don’t play fair. She’s made enemies, and they’re closing in. But they’ll have to get through me first. Because she’s mine now. And I don’t let go.

She thought she could steal from me. Now she belongs to me. The moment she walks into my club—dressed in a stolen uniform, carrying a tray of champagne—I know she doesn’t belong. When I catch her in my office, stealing secrets, I give her a choice: tell me who sent her… or find out exactly what happens to those who cross a Volkov. She’s fire and defiance wrapped in silk, and the harder she resists, the deeper my obsession sinks. I’m possessive. Overprotective. Dangerous. Now she’s in my bed, bound by my rules—and I don’t play fair. She’s made enemies, and they’re closing in. But they’ll have to get through me first. Because she’s mine now. And I don’t let go.