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Valentine Van Vise restores old masters, but Damien Kross wants to break the artist. When her brother’s debt puts her in Damien’s gloved hands, he ties her to his bed and makes her his private collection—fucked, used, and remade into a toy he won’t share. She learns to hate how much her body begs for more.
Isabella Voss wakes disoriented, bound to a heavy wooden chair in a dim warehouse. The only light is a single bulb swinging above her head. Damien Kross steps out of the shadows, his grey eyes fixed o
Damien draws a knife from his jacket and slices the ropes at her wrists and ankles without nicking her skin. He grips her arm and leads her past the crates to the bare metal bed frame, his gloved hand