The SUV glides through the dark city streets while the metal balls shift and press inside me with every bump in the road. I sit there cuffed and collared, thighs pressed tight together, trying to ignore the way my body is reacting. The cold steel has warmed to my heat now, but it still feels so full, so wrong. I am a married woman. A mother. And this stranger just claimed me like property.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I snap, voice shaking. “My husband had no right to give me away. Take me back. I have a son who needs me.”

Rossi leans back in the leather seat,...