Justice Served

Protecting her was duty. Claiming her was sin. After her testimony in my courtroom put a cartel hitman behind bars, I didn’t expect to see Valentina Sciascia again, let alone hear her beg and moan and scream my name in bed. But when temptation got the better of me, I didn’t just give in to my darker side. I embraced it. That’s why this good girl spent the night having absolutely sinful things done to her, my hand tight around her throat and her ass sore from my belt as she came until she nearly blacked out. And why she’s mine now.

Neither of us belong at this auction. That won’t keep him from buying me. As this infuriatingly sexy asshole strips me bare and spanks me in front of a room full of even bigger assholes, there’s something about him that tells me he’s not like the other men here. That he doesn’t need to buy a woman to make her his. But need to or not, he placed the winning bid. And as I feel his eyes roaming over my bare body, his lips caressing mine as my legs part instinctively for him, it’s clear the bastard who now owns me intends to enjoy his purchase.