Hateful Truth by Brook Wilder

I made her mine the moment I took her off the auction block.
Ilsa Petrova is the picture of innocence:
Soft skin practically begging to be ruined by my rough touch.
Big innocent eyes that stare back in anger every time I force her to her knees.
But I know better than to fall for her ruse.
Because underneath an innocent exterior is a hellcat with claws.
She fought me every step of the way since that night.
And I made her pay a price for each act of her defiance.
One twisted night after another—each darker than the last.
I intend to break her in my bed.
To make her choose between begging for mercy and begging for more.
We share a common dark past, one far crueler than she can imagine.
I didn’t intend for her to become my obsession.
And now the secrets of our past threaten to destroy us.
I lied for her.
I betrayed for her.
I killed for her.
If she thinks she can run.
She could not be more mistaken.