There are three things I don't negotiate: my money, my empire, and Elena f*cking Vasquez.

I built my empire on contracts.

NDAs. Non-negotiable terms. Blood-written clauses that kept the world in perfect order.

Until her.

Elena Vasquez would rather burn my world down than sign another piece of paper that smells like the Velvet Room. And Christ, I love her for it-even when she's tearing apart every rule I ever lived by.

"No more contracts," she says, that stubborn chin lifted like she's ready to walk.

I cage her against the wall, my mouth at her ear. "Then let's make this simple, cariño. The only signature I need is your lips on mine. The only clause?" My hand slides up her thigh. "You screaming my name every night."

The final negotiation starts here.

And I won't stop until she's got my ring in her fist and war in her eyes.