"She swore she'd never kneel. They made sure she'd beg for it."

Rina has spent years sharpening her blades and hardening her heart-because the only thing worse than an orc is two of them. Especially when they're Zargoth and Drakkar: the warlord with a smirk like a promise of ruin, and his silent, deadly second, whose gaze burns hotter than any forge. She's seen what they do to humans. Survival means hating them.

But when she's captured-dragged into their mountain stronghold, thrown into their world of blood and fire-hate becomes a luxury she can't afford. Not when Zargoth's filthy mouth is whispering things that make her ache. Not when Drakkar's hands pin her down with a touch that's almost gentle-before he reminds her why orcs don't do mercy.

She tells herself she'll escape. She swears she won't break.

But the more they touch her, the more they push, the more her body betrays her-melting under their claws, clenching around their cocks, craving the very monsters she's supposed to despise.

And the worst part? They know.

Zargoth's grin when she moans his name. Drakkar's growl when she begs for more. The way they look at her like she's theirs-not just to take, but to keep.

This wasn't part of the plan. But then again... neither was liking it.

¿¿¿¿ Why You'll Be Obsessed: ¿ Enemies to Lovers to Ruin - She starts with a knife to their throats. They end with her riding them. ¿ Forced Proximity & Simmering Tension - One bed. Two orcs. A human who swears she won't crack. (She cracks.) ¿ Dual Love Interests Who Play Dirty -

Zargoth: All filthy words, possessive bites, and a smirk that says you're mine.

Drakkar: Silent, lethal, and obsessed-the kind of orc who'll pin you down just to hear you scream. ¿ Spice That Scorches - Hate kisses. Rough hands. Double the trouble. And a heroine who hates that she loves every second.

¿¿ Final Warning: This book will wreck you. Their touches will melt you. And by the end? You'll be begging for your own orc warlords. Read at your own risk. ¿¿¿¿