She craved something no mortal man could give her. She found it in the arena.

Kassandra has spent eight years turning away suitors. Poets. Warriors. Princes. None of them stir the hunger that burns inside her—a need she can’t name, a void nothing seems to fill.

Until she sees him.

Karnax is a legend whispered in the gladiator pits of Crete. Eight feet of raw power. Horns that have gored a hundred men. A beast pulled from the depths of the ancient labyrinth, where his kind were bred for sacrifice and slaughter.

When their eyes meet across the blood-soaked sand, Kassandra knows she’s found what she’s been searching for. Something dangerous. Something forbidden. Something that could destroy her—or finally make her feel alive.

Armed with gold and desperation, she descends into the dungeons beneath the arena. What she finds in that cell will change everything she thought she knew about pleasure, surrender, and the thin line between woman and prey.

Reader discretion is advised.