The Fentanyl Trap

The heavy, unyielding grip at the base of Elena’s neck wasn’t painful. In fact, to her own absolute horror, she found the grounding weight of Viktor’s large hand surprisingly comforting. She knew exactly what he was doing—he was physically claiming her right in front of them. The possessive hold acted as a powerful shield, protecting her from the hungry, predatory stares of the two rival men sitti