Dark Harbor Don

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He put a ring on my finger to keep me alive.
I let his hands wander and stopped caring about anything else.

Renn Sokolov is sin in a tailored suit.
Broad shoulders. Dangerous eyes. Control that never slips.

He calls it a fake engagement.
My body doesn’t believe him.

My father’s debts find me first.
Renn’s solution is a storm-locked Maine estate, and a diamond I never asked for.

Now I’m barefoot in his kitchen at midnight, drowning in his shirt while he pulls me closer.

He kisses slow. Possessive. Certain.
Like this was never temporary.

Then a message cuts through everything.

She’s ours.

Renn goes still, then dangerous.
One second I’m breathing, the next I’m pinned against the wall.

I don’t fight him.

Morning brings a note under the door.

Marry him by tomorrow, or pay your father’s debt in blood.

He’s ready to go to war for me.

God help me. I’m ready to let him.

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