Kostya by Ginger Talbot

I take them.
I break them.
I send them to be sold.
It’s a despicable job, but someone has to do it, and when I’m tasked with breaking the proud and spirited Anya I’ll do the job again. She once belonged to my stepbrother, even if I owned her heart, and despite the way she fights me, I know she is still mine.
She ran from me once, but she won’t get away again. And if keeping her means damning my soul to even darker depths of hell, bring on the flames.