Sophia Sullivan was slammed onto the wide mahogany desk.
The cold surface jolted her awake instantly.
"You—"
Her protest was cut off as Ethan Sullivan's lips crushed against hers.
His palm pressed firmly against her waist.
Wherever his fingers trailed, her skin burned.
That electric sensation made her limbs go weak.
"Easy," Sophia gasped, her hands gripping his sculpted torso.
The man had a godlike physique but moved like a rabid animal.
Ethan ignored her plea.
He devoured her like a starved beast.
Just hours ago, they'd been at each other's throats.
Now they were tangled together.
"Stay still."
Ethan's voice was rough.
Sophia retaliated by wrapping her fingers around his throat.
In one fluid motion, she flipped their positions.
No man alive could command her.
Ethan's back hit the desk with a thud.
His eyes flew open, dazed with rare confusion.
Sophia straddled him triumphantly.
She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Her cheeks were flushed, but her gaze remained sharp.
"My turn."
Her fingertip traced his Adam's apple.
Downward, over the defined ridges of his abdomen.
Though his face was shadowed, his body was perfection.
Mutual exploitation wasn't such a bad deal.
Sophia leaned down to kiss him again.
Her nimble fingers worked at his shirt buttons.
Impatient, she tore the fabric open.
Her palm flattened against his burning chest.
Ethan had never been dominated like this.
Yet he allowed her reckless control.
Only his grip on her hips tightened.
As if he wanted to crush her.
The night deepened.
The room filled with ragged breathing.
Sophia scattered kisses along his neck.
Up to his jaw, finally brushing his eyelashes.
Memories blurred after that.
She only recalled riding wave after wave of pleasure.
Once, she surfaced briefly.
Meeting those star-filled eyes.
"What are you doing?" Her own voice sounded foreign.
"The drug hasn't worn off."
"Are you part wolf? Stop biting!"
Madness consumed the night.
Sophia woke to something hard digging into her back.
Her fingers closed around a silver pistol.
A dagger lay nearby.
They'd slept surrounded by weapons.
She pushed herself up.
Staring blankly at the ornate ceiling.
Morning light seeped through the curtains.
Ethan still slept soundly.
The smooth lines of his bare back glowed in the sunlight.
Sophia staggered from the bed.
Her legs nearly gave out.
Every muscle ached as if she'd been dismantled.
The room was a disaster.
A shattered vase, petals strewn everywhere.
Overturned furniture. Used condoms by the bed.
From floor to windowsill—evidence of last night's frenzy.
Reality crashed over her.
Not a dream after all.
"Definitely part wolf," she muttered.
Purple marks decorated her waist.
Even her thighs bore bruises.
"Who the hell is he?"
Sophia seriously considered permanent silencing.
The man remained unconscious, still affected by the drug.
His back bore the scratches she'd left.
She poured a glass of cold water.
The chill helped clear her head.
Now to deal with this complication.