Lucian Morelli always takes what he wants. And now he's taken me. The man who's haunted my steps from the moment we met at the ball now controls my every move in his hideaway. His dark eyes miss nothing, and he seeks out all my weak spots. He uses his fingers, his wicked tongue, his sharp mind. Searching, testing, looking for the side of me I've hidden away for so long. He's relentless in his...