Lara Croft

The scorching sun hung low over the neon-drenched streets of San Celeste, the heart of a nation built on power, corruption, and old secrets. Lara Croft had come to this sensual, dangerous paradise in search of the Crimson Tear, an ancient artifact said to hold the power of the forgotten gods. But she wasn’t the only one hunting it.

Enter Viktor Albrecht—the young, ruthless German billionaire, a man who owned half the country and slept his way through the other half. With his mafia ties, corrupt officials, and private **** squads, he had the resources to crush anyone who stood in his way. And he had his icy blue eyes set on Lara.

She knew the risks when she began playing the game—a dangerous dance of seduction and survival, weaving her way through the city's most exclusive parties, whispering sweet lies in the ears of criminals, and stripping down more than just their secrets.

But when she gets too close, the hunter becomes the prey.

Bound. Exposed. Helpless.

Dark magic straps coiled around Lara’s wrists and ankles like living snakes, holding her nude body in place, her skin flushed with anger and something more dangerous. Around her throat, a black leather collar, its silver ring cool against her rapid pulse, with a chain leash held firmly in Viktor’s grip.

He took his time, watching her struggle, amusement curling at his lips as he traced a finger over her bare, **** curves, a marker in his other hand.

"You’re mine now, Fräulein," Viktor murmured as he slowly scrawled filthy words across her soft, exposed skin—"****" on her breast, "Property of Viktor" just above her navel.

Lara bit her lip, rage and humiliation burning in her chest. But her eyes? They gleamed with defiance.

He thought he had won. That he had tamed the wildest woman on earth.

But Lara Croft never stays captured for long.

A battle of wills. A fight against an empire. A deadly chase for an artifact soaked in blood.

And Lara? She’ll take on every last bastard—even if she has to do it naked, sweating, and grinning like the devil herself.