Zara’s POV
This is insane. Maxwell just paid eighty million dollars for me. I can't even begin to imagine what kind of torment he has planned to get his money's worth.
Fear makes it impossible to think. One moment I’m on the auction block. The next, my senses come rushing back, and I’m already on Maxwell’s bed.
My eyes are covered, my hands are bound. All I can do is whimper and tremble as his rough, calloused hand glides up from my waist to my neck, leaving a trail of feelings of fire.
Then, his fingers encircles my throat.
I feel it. The raw force of his desire. It’s a crushing wave of possession and lust, so strong it steals my breath.
My terror spikes. A sob breaks free, then another. I can't stop them.
“You look like you have something to say,” he removes the ball gag on my mo
