“I don't do gentle, Princess. I claim, I conquer, I f**k until you forget every man who came before me. And when I'm done? You'll be ruined for anyone else."And God help me, that's exactly what I wanted.***Everyone saw him as Marcus's best friend, the Club enforcer and the man who made grown men piss themselves with a single look. But I saw him as the man who made my body sing with just a whispered promise, who looked at me like I was his next sin waiting to be committed.He is my brother's best friend. I shouldn't want him, because having him meant betraying the brother who raised me, who trusted him to keep me safe. But I do, and with every heated glance, every deliberate touch, my resolve crumbled until I was nothing but a virgin aching to be claimed.It should have stayed fantasy. Should have ended with trembling fingers in the shower and his name on my lips. But one reckless confrontation, one brutal truth, and suddenly I was pressed against his door with his hand between my thighs, learning exactly what it meant to belong to Zander Cross.Now I'm his…spread open, dripping wet, and taking everything he gives me like the good girl he's turning into his perfect little slut.He promised my brother he'd protect me. He never said from whom.