To the good girl who thought she could run—until he had her wrists pinned, ass up, and dripping for the enemy she swore she hated.

And to the man who played shy for years… only to wreck her with filthy words, rough hands, and a punishment she’d never forget.

This one’s for the brats who love to be tamed, the ruined innocence, the overstimulation, and the desperate begs that only make him meaner.

Enemies don’t fall in love, sweetheart. They break, they own, and they fucking devour.