The enemy soldier says he's keeping me.
When a huge, gruff Zasforran soldier takes me captive, all I can think about is escape. But Commander Luka Dawson makes it very clear that he intends to keep me-no matter how much I beg and plead to be let go. He says I'm his to do with as he pleases-and he plans to claim me as his wife . The darkly handsome soldier also promises to punish me if I defy him, and I soon learn that he won't hesitate to redden my bottom when I give him trouble.
But my resolve to escape falters with each passing night I spend in Luka's arms. Though he's a strict man who expects my absolute obedience-both in and out of the bedroom-he also possesses a tender side, an affectionate side, and it's in these quiet moments that I start to wonder if we might find some semblance of peace together.
We're both fighting our own demons, wrestling with our own painful losses, but when he's kissing me and holding me tight, the war-ravaged world seems to fade away.
Would it be so terribly wrong if I surrendered to the enemy?
