It was an innocent mistake.
She knocked on the wrong door.
Mine.
If I were a better man, I would've just let her go.
But I'm not.
I'm a cruel bastard.
I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own.
It should have been enough.
But it wasn't.
I needed more.
Craved it.
She became my obsession.
Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul.
The need to possess her nearly drove me mad.
A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student.
She didn't belong in my world.
I would bring her only pain.
But it was too late…
She was mine and I was keeping her.
