I thought my life had hit rock bottom when I was forced to work at a strip club with a very lax “no touching” policy. Nothing could possibly be worse.

It turns out I was wrong. Getting sold to Dr. Hunter Savage, a control freak with a heart as cold as ice, has sent me down another layer of hell. He demands absolute obedience, and uses me any way he pleases. I hate every order, every touch, every kiss.

Most of all, I hate how my body reacts to him. I hate how I crave the small cracks in his armor, the hint of a smile.

I hate how I start to crave him.

And I hate that I might actually find some measure of happiness with a man who wants to shape me into his perfect woman.

My entire life, I’ve been taking care of my dad and cleaning up his messes. I love him, and I’d do anything for him — even let myself get sold to Chase Vicious, the dark, handsome man who makes my skin shiver and my stomach churn.

I knew from the day I met him that he was bad news–but my days of avoiding him are over.

Chase delights in tormenting me, emotionally and physically, and he will stop at nothing until he’s broken me. I’m going to resist. I’m going to stay strong.

And I’ll never, ever tell him how much I get off on pain.

My sister pissed off the mob, and I got taken to punish her. Now my life is reduced to waiting inside these four walls for yet another man to have his way with me.

This hell is monotonous — until Drake Brutal buys me. But he isn’t a savior. He wants the same things and worse.

I thought there wasn’t anything left of me to break. I was wrong.

Because I can handle all the cruelty and degradation. But those glimpses of kindness? That hope he’s building inside of me? That’s going to shatter my heart.

I need to do something before I lose the last piece of myself to this brutal man.