Purchased by Cora Black

Love is a treasure. Her body is merely a trinket.
She’s a toy, a pretty bauble, a meaningless thing to pass the time.
But for a cold-hearted bastard like me, there’s no feeling quite as good as destroying something beautiful.
Her boyfriend was a drug smuggler and an all-around sleaze bag.
Small-time chump thought he could pull a fast one on me.
But playing with fire is how you get burned.
I don’t suffer fools; I take them for all they’re worth.
But the S.O.B. didn’t own much of value – at least, that’s what I used to think.

Then she walked in.
Annika, a porcelain doll, an angel in the flesh.
He thought she belonged to him, but the moment I looked in her eyes, I knew what was about to happen:
She was going to become mine.
F*ck decorum. F*ck morality.
I’ll pay whatever it takes to have her in my grasp.