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her until his interest waned. At that point, he might let her go to maintain good will with her Bratva father, or he might murder her and feed her to the pigs.
    She whimpered at the idea of enduring his violations for however long. Fighting and enduring were two traits that had kept her from crumbling years ago. She could survive and outlast him.
    Tears streamed from her eyes as she admitted it wasn’t just him she had to battle. Mia had to resist her own urges and dark desires. Her body betrayed her whenever Shane touched her with sexual intent. She wanted him as much as she hated him. Hatred was easy. It kept things clear and helped her survive. Desire thrown into the mix left her confused and afraid.
    What if she lost herself? Surrendered to him? Let him mold her into whatever he wanted and claim her as his? Surely sex, no matter how amazing, couldn’t reduce her to that?
    Remembering last night, how she had clawed and bitten him, even as she had orgasmed around his cock, had her questioning that assumption. She couldn’t deny she was vulnerable to Shane’s charms, and he wielded them ruthlessly. It would be easier to just give in, especially since she was fighting herself too.
    That idea was abhorrent. She would not let him overtake her and keep her like some kind of property. It didn’t matter the identity of her adversary. Whether him or herself, she would continue resisting.
    She didn’t know how long she was in the dark before she heard the basement door open and him calling her name. Cautiously, she got to her feet as he called out to her again. The light switch yielded to her finger, plunging the small room into darkness, though illumination from the main basement filtered through the cracks in the door.
    “This is ridiculous, Mia. My security detail watched you come in here. You can’t hide.” His voice grew closer, pausing outside the wine cellar. “You’re behaving like a child again. Do you need another spanking?” He sounded like he relished the idea.
    Instinctively, Mia bent to pick up the wine bottle when the door creaked inward. The light spilled in behind him as he opened the wood, leaving him illuminated in the wedge of light. As he reached for the switch, Mia swung the wine bottle as hard as she could.
    With a curse, he threw himself backward at the last moment. The glass bottle hit the wall with a resounding crash, and the impact reverberated up her arm, making her release her hold on the severed neck.
    They stood in silence for a second, the only sound the tinkling of breaking glass and his heavy breathing. Mia found herself incapable of respiration, heavily or otherwise. Her lungs had seized with fear. It was only when the light came on, and his feet crunched through glass, that her body remembered how to function. She took in a deep lungful of oxygen with a small sobbing sound.
    Shane towered over her, glaring. He knelt down to examine the broken bottle, standing up with a ragged chunk bearing the label. “Christ, Mia, this is a three-thousand-dollar bottle.”
    Internally, she winced, but said nothing.
    He shook his head. “What did you think this would accomplish?”
    Before she could stop herself from answering honestly, she snapped, “I kind of hoped I’d crack your skull and be able to escape.”
    His eyes narrowed. “You haven’t learned anything yet, have you?”
    She glared. “What do you expect me to learn, O’Mara? How to please you? To be your sweet, simpering thing and surrender all my power to you?” Mia’s words faltered when he loomed closer.
    “Take off your clothes, Mia.”
    “No.” She shook her head, absolutely refusing to march naked through his mansion as punishment. Or allow the even worse things he could make her do in the dim privacy of this room.
    He moved so fast she didn’t see his fist until it collided with her stomach. She choked and gasped, all air exiting her lungs with a harsh sound as she slumped forward. Mia struggled to breathe as her