I needed a knight in shining armor. I ended up with a king.
In Miami, Sebastian Cawthorn is a king, ruthless in business and brutal to his enemies. But here in Colorado he was just a cocky bastard I wanted out of my bar so I could close up for the night.
Until I pushed him too far and he took off his belt.
It could have ended there, with nothing more than wounded pride and a burning backside, but by the end of the night I was screaming my surrender into the sheets as he claimed me savagely.
By the time I found out he owns the ranch where I've been living, I belonged to him already.