Vicious Devotion

He was sent to silence me. Instead, he became my most dangerous addiction. When I witnessed a brutal murder outside my art gallery, I should have run. I should have disappeared. Instead, I did the one thing that signed my death warrant-I called the police. Now, Dominic Volkov, the bratva's most ruthless enforcer, has been given one assignment: keep me locked away and compliant until I recant my testimony.
He's a monster in an expensive suit, all brutal edges and cold commands. We're trapped together in his secluded woodland safe house, and he's made it clear-I don't get to leave until I give him what he wants. But somewhere between the threats and the mind games, something shifted. His punishments became possessive. His cruelty became protection. The man who was supposed to break me is unraveling instead-obsessive, unhinged, worshipping me like I'm salvation and ruin wrapped in one.
He's started killing anyone who even looks at me wrong. He whispers my name like a prayer in the dark. And God help me, I've stopped wanting to escape. They say if you stare into the abyss long enough, it stares back. What they don't tell you is what happens when the abyss falls to its knees and begs you to stay.