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The worst thing to ever happen to me? Being stolen, sold, and gifted. Being delivered to a man who isn’t just a man, but a monster. Being told I now belong to him. How did I survive it? I guess I’ll have to fight and find out…
Patience was a virtue. Patience was a gift. Patience will grant my freedom.
I wasn’t just the owner of this establishment… I was god. And my women were goddesses. Goddesses to touch and worship and debase to the point of brutality.
Piss me off, you’re evicted. Hurt my goddesses, you die. Simple.
“Goodbye, Eleanor Grace. Graceful to the end and elegant to a fault. Mr. Sinclair will enjoy destroying you.”
How cruel that my imprisonment was prettier than any dream I could imagine. How unfair that my cage was the Garden of Eden. A Shangri-La dripping in promise and protection, hiding the sinister snakes and sin at its core.
This one moved like she had a crown upon her head. A crown made of dignity and diamonds, heavy on her brow but invaluable to her sense of worth.
Raw and untouched, she bristled with injustice and courage. She could be Artemis’s reincarnation or perhaps Aphrodite’s twin. She didn’t need to be turned into a goddess, she was one.
Everything about her mouth was made for sucking a man’s cock and granting him every pleasure he requested.
I should’ve known I’d custom-designed a mail-order fuck slave that I’d have trouble resisting.
“Four men a month, Eleanor Grace. One hundred and ninety two men. And then…you’re free.”
I will never get wet for you.” He chuckled low and vain. “Never is a challenge.” “Never is the truth.”
I wanted her more than the mountains of money she’d give me. And that was the worst confession I could ever utter.
Who the fuck was she? What possessed me to purchase her? I wanted a refund. I wanted her gone. No matter the wealth she would bring me, her disruption to my carefully structured world wasn’t worth it.
“You’re dangerous, Eleanor Grace. You have the power to ruin me.”
