Anya had stopped resisting Ash almost right away. Not that it mattered. He had been willing to tie her up and gag her if it meant getting the conniving beauty back to his place and into his bed. The one taste he had of her only ignited the fire. He wanted more. He wanted everything. And he would take everything, even if it meant pissing off her very powerful kin.

She sat beside him in his black truck where he'd thrust her into the passenger seat, staring woodenly out of the ...