Winifred's thighs trembled as Arthur's fingers traced the delicate curve of her skin, his gaze piercing into hers. "Are you untouched?" he demanded, his breath steady despite the tension crackling between them. She stared at his broad chest, her mind reeling. "What?" The question hung heavy in the air—too intimate, too invasive. Everything screamed at her to push him away, to establish boundaries, to escape this intoxicating game. She wanted out of his kingdom, away from these beasts and this world entirely. Most of all, she craved her own time—2022, not the 1700s trapping her in a nightmare of tradition and subjugation. Yet her body betrayed her resolve, burning with a hunger she couldn't deny. When his lips curved into a knowing smile, she whispered, "No." A lie born of desperation. She reasoned that claiming lost innocence might diminish his interest, might make him see her as less valuable, less worth keeping. But his thumb moved in deliberate circles against her skin—hot, rough, relentless—and he murmured, "You're lying." Winifred was once a privileged girl whose world shattered overnight. A paternity scandal shattered her identity, sending her plummeting through time itself. She awoke in a brutal 1700s where superstition reigned and women were chattels—a future where monsters were real and submission was law. Lost and desperate, she found herself thrust into circumstances beyond her wildest nightmares. Arthur earned his title as the Icy Prince through ruthless dominion and cold disdain for humanity. He despises slave auctions, yet purchased one at his father's insistence. What he didn't anticipate was acquiring a slave from another century—one who refused to bow, who didn't comprehend obedience. As their volatile clash unfolds, forbidden desires ignite. Their connection defies the laws of their world, threatening to unravel everything both have known.