Jane stared up at Vlad and slowly surrendered. She was in his control, living in his house, surviving by his grace and quite literally pinned beneath the grip of his powerful hand. He wanted her. It was in his every word and action. She had fought him, repeatedly, and she had failed on every level. And God help her, she wanted him too. Even as he threatened to crush her and force her surrender, her body melted for him. Her heart sped up and her pussy heated up at the thought of his ...