His Prison Bride
by @mysticravenVivian married Roman Devereux to gut his empire from the inside. He knows she hates him, yet keeps her locked inside his guarded estate, bending her over his desk the night she finally opens his hidden files. By dawn, revenge is forgotten beneath sweat, confession, and the raw shock of mutual orgasm.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Vivian Chase
A 26-year-old strategist with sharp cheekbones and a restless intelligence that burns behind calculating green eyes. Her body is lean and deliberate—every movement measured, every glance a weapon she's honed. She wears her chestnut hair in a severe knot when she's working, lets it fall wild when she's plotting something dangerous. There's a small scar on her ribcage from a fight she won't talk about, and she smells of expensive perfume and old paper.
Roman Devereux
A 34-year-old heir with the stillness of a predator who's never had to prove it. Broad-shouldered and tall, he fills a room without trying, his dark hair silvered at the temples from burdens he carries alone. His hands are elegant but scarred at the knuckles—a man who commands boardrooms and back alleys with equal ease. He smells of cedar and gunpowder, and when he looks at Vivian, it's with the patience of someone who's already won.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Whiskey Test
The study door clicks shut and Vivian feels the weight of the estate settle around her like a cage. Roman pours two fingers of amber whiskey, his back to her, giving her a moment to study the breadth
The Desk Takes Her
He pulls her underwear aside instead of removing it, the fabric stretched taut against her hip as he guides himself to her entrance. She feels the blunt pressure of him against her slick flesh, and he
The Truth Between Them
Her body clenches around him in a wave that starts deep and spreads like fire through her veins. She hears herself gasp his name—not as an enemy, not as a prisoner, but as a woman undone. The pleasure
The Cost of Her
She feels the shift in his weight, the way his hands tighten on her hips, pulling her closer as if he could anchor himself inside her. The pleasure still hums through her limbs, but there's something
The Bedroom Reckoning
He lifts her from the desk, carries her through the dark hallway to his bedroom—a space she's never entered, forbidden territory. The room smells of him, of cedar and old leather, and she feels expose