I don't lose.
Not wars. Not contracts. And sure as hell not women who belong to me. 

She thinks she's hiring a bodyguard. A fake match to keep her enemies off her back while she rebuilds her daddy's empire.
What she doesn't know?

The minute I saw her, the bond snapped into place. Primal. Permanent. Mine. 

She smells like legacy and power and the kind of soft I want to ruin slow. And now that I've tasted what it's like to hold her? No force in the galaxy can keep me from finishing what I started.

Enemies line up like they've forgotten what a Reaper-class hybrid does to liars.

I burn their worlds. I leave their names in ash. 

And I protect what's mine-even if it means dragging her back to bed in the middle of a board meeting.

I'm not her boyfriend.
I'm her hostile takeover. 

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