Her Buyer by Evelyn Glass

HE BOUGHT MY BODY. HE CLAIMED MY HEART.
But there can be no happy ending with a monster like him.

I woke up, half-naked, in the worst place I’d ever been:
On an auction stage, on sale to a faceless crowd of hungry men.

And they were hungry for ME.

Stripped down and cuffed tight, there’s nowhere for me to go.
But then HE barges in.

The man I’ve been hunting for years.

Every time I thought I had him locked away for good, he finds a way to slip out.
He’s a ghost, a tease, a menace.

And now, he’s about to be my buyer.

I should hate him, shouldn’t I?
The criminal who claims he owns me now.
And I do hate him – mostly.
But that’s not the whole truth.

Because my brain wants to be free.
But my body wants to stay chained to his bed forever.