My father gave me to a ruthless killer from the Russian mafia, for an alliance between Bratva and Koza Nostra . A marriage of convenience where I would be at the mercy of a man who would no doubt regard me as his property, where I was sure he would be as cruel as all the other men I had known in my life. Nikolai Petrov, a famous sociopath who can kill anyone for the slightest offense And I will be forever tied to him, becoming a tool that he can use or dispose of at his own discretion. And then I found out that it was painted red, the wedding dress was stained with blood. A man died at the hands of my husband for just touching my hair. I was terrified of what Nicholas would do to get what I wanted... to belong to him, but in spite of all this, I felt something much stronger, much more dangerous. Need. Desire. Dark and depraved desire. And it's all because of the man who said, I'm his . For better or for worse[edit]