Savior. Kidnapper. Hero. Corrupter. I expected the Russian Mafia to have some secrets on their luxury yacht when I stole it. I didn't expect a beautiful, wilted angel, held captive in the walls of a sadistic red room. The men I'm running from were going to ruin her. Instead, I painted the room with their blood. I saved her, but there's something about her that drives me wild and makes me want to possess her. She pushes my buttons, and when her amber eyes burn into mine, I don't resist my urges. This foolish girl doesn’t know what she’s in for. Or maybe she does, and she just likes playing with fire. It’s going to get her burned, if she isn’t careful, but the way she calls me Daddy is all the convincing I need. I will not let her go.