Enslaved By the Cold Prince by Ana Calin

Edith:
Sandros Nightfrost is no prince in shining armor. He’s the Winter King’s bastard brother, and his toughest warrior.
The court ladies’ guilty dream in studded leather, and an asshole of proportions.
I’ve been staying away from him for a long time, but now we must work together again. Evil magic seeks to kill the Queen, and only Sandros and I can track it down to its source.
So I’m forced to be around him again, hating his guts as much as I always have.
Most of the time.
When he doesn’t stare at me the way he does out of those demonic golden eyes. When he doesn’t stir this sick need inside of me.
He wants me on my knees, at his mercy.
He wants me stripped of my pride.
Stripped of my will.
Stripped of my clothes.
He wants to break me, enslave me, and I’m not sure how much longer I can resist this perverse desire that he ignited inside of me.
But the closer we get to the dark enemy, the more I understand that this bond we share is much deeper than I ever imagined.
Problem is, it’s also deadlier.