Ava’s POV

Later in the evening, after sweating and working my ass off as a slave — well, I was nothing more than a slave. As he stated, my soul and body belonged to him.

“Just be my sex slave obediently, and you’ll never feel the agony you did before,” he said, clutching my shoulder.

I could feel his heated breath on my neck as he inhaled and exhaled deeply into my neckline. He started smooching my neck and chiseling my ass in his hands until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Why should I give in to a monster like him? Why should he get to decide whether or not...