They told me the Bratva Pakhan was walking into a trap. They lied. He built the cage himself, and he just locked me inside.

To get close to the untouchable head of the Volkov Bratva, I let myself be stripped, tagged, and sold on the most exclusive underground auction block in the city. I played the ruined, terrified cartel princess flawlessly. When Alexei Volkov stepped onto the floor and bid ten million dollars to humiliate me, I thought I had him exactly where I wanted him.

I was wrong. Alexei wasn't the prey. He was the trap.

He didn't bring me to his off-grid fortress to use me. He dragged me into a concrete bunker to dismantle me. He already knows my real name. He knows my sniper kill-count. And he knows exactly how to make my Spetsnaz-trained body betray my mind.

Now, I'm locked in a gilded cage with a cold-blooded apex predator who weaponizes my own arousal against me. He parades me in public wearing nothing but a designer coat and a vibrating toy he controls. He strips away my pride, my mission, and my defenses, punishing every act of rebellion with a brutal, violently thorough possession.

Midnight is approaching. I have one chance to strike.

But how do I kill the only man who has ever protected me... when all my body wants is to drop to my knees and let him reign?