Eden Grace

​Eden stared up at him, her breath catching in her throat as his words echoed in the heavy silence of the bedroom.

To be frank she had no intention of trying to run away. For now. She wasn't stupid enough to think she could physically overpower a Blackthorn wolf…not in this room, and certainly not while trapped in his arms. Brute force was his domain.

​Eden's domain was his mind.

She just needed to corrupt him mentally. She needed to feed his unhinged obsession, stroke his arrogant ego, and twist his dark idea of 'love' until his paranoid guard softened.

The moment there was a slip in his...