I thought I escaped hell when I ran from the Sanctuary.
Hell found me on a Valentine’s Day auction block, where men in black ties bid on virgins like livestock. Where the highest bidder owns you—body, mind, and soul.
Vaughn Sutherland paid more for me than most people see in a lifetime. He put me in a room with silk sheets and locked doors. He touched me in ways that made me forget my own name.
He made me want things I shouldn’t want. So, I ran. I made it a few hours before he found me. I expected punishment. Expected pain.
Expected him to finally show me the monster beneath the patient facade. Instead, he gave me pleasure. Over and over until I broke. Until I begged. Until I couldn’t remember why I ever wanted to leave.
Now I sleep in his bed, not the guest room. Now he watches my every move. Now every choice I thought I had is gone—except one.
Submit willingly to his training for the Consortium gathering, or he’ll break me until I do. And the worst part? I’m starting to want to submit.
The Sanctuary stole her childhood. Vaughn Sutherland bought her virginity. And when she runs? He’ll hunt her down and teach her that the only freedom she’ll ever have is the kind he gives her.
Warning: Contains a hero who thinks love is ownership, patience is a weapon, and Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse to buy something priceless.
