"Five hundred million dollars. That’s what your life is worth on paper, Aria. But in this room? You're worth whatever I decide you are."
Aria Vane lived a life of polished perfection until Vesper Moretti dragged her into the dirt. To Vesper, Aria is nothing but a high-stakes pawn in a dangerous game of political revenge. She’s "The Toy"—something to be used, broken, and traded back for a fortune.
But Vesper didn't count on the fire hidden beneath Aria's porcelain skin. And Aria didn't count on the way her heart would race every time Vesper’s tattooed hands touched her throat.
The ransom is late. The guns are drawn. And the most dangerous thing in the room isn't the threat of death—it’s the craving for a woman who was supposed to be the enemy.
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"That’s it, good girl... moan so they all know who owns you now!" Vesper pulled back to watch Aria’s face contort with pleasure.
"Vesper... I... AHH!"
"Give me your hand!" Vesper yanked Aria’s hand down to her own center. "Touch yourself for me, Aria... do it right in front of me. Now!"