The water shimmered beneath the moonlight, kissing Kim's bare legs as she leaned back against the cool marble edge of the infinity pool. Laughter and music echoed faintly from the rooftop party she'd left behind. She wanted silence. Just her… and the sky.
Her black bikini clung to her curves like a secret, and the red wine in her hand felt like velvet sliding down her throat.
This was the vacation she needed. No boardrooms. No forced smiles. No expectations.
Just freedom.
Until the silence cracked.
Bang.
Her heart skipped.
Another shot. Closer.
Kim's glass slipped from her hand, shattering near the pool steps. She whipped her head toward the sound—and that's when she saw him.
A man.
Tall. Soaked in blood. Tattooed arms tense as he stumbled past the columns.
And behind him—shadows. Guns. Chaos.
She should've run.
But she didn't.
Because the moment his dark eyes locked onto hers, everything stopped.
One of the masked men raised a gun to his head.
"On your knees, Eddy," the thug growled.
Eddy.
Kim didn't know that name, but instinct screamed danger. Still, something hotter than fear surged through her chest.
She stood up, water trailing down her thighs. "I already called the police!" she lied, voice steady, daring. "They're on their way. You better run."
The men froze.
Confused. Alarmed.
And just like that—they bolted.
The pool deck emptied in seconds.
Only he remained.
The man with danger in his veins.
Eddy stared at her, chest heaving, gun still in his hand. "You didn't call the cops, did you?"
"No," she whispered.
He stepped closer, lips curling into a smirk that should've terrified her—but only made her knees weak.
"You just saved my life, baby doll."
His voice was rough silk. Dominant. Unbothered.
Then he reached out and took her hand.
Before she could speak, scream, or even breathe—
he pulled her close.
"No turning back now," he murmured against her ear.
"You're coming with me."
And just like that… she disappeared into the night.
Into his world.
Into forty nights of darkness, desire, and domination.