Sold! To the Beast Lord

Lord. Master. Beast. He's all three and he's mine.

I know what men want when they buy something pretty. Play soft, say the right things, survive. I've always been good at that game.

Then the Beast of the Pits walks in and the entire building goes silent.

He's massive. Horned. Coal-red eyes and hands big enough to crush my skull. He buys me, stops the branding iron before it touches my skin, and when he finally puts his mouth on me, I get hard for the first time in my life.

That wasn't part of the plan.

He sees through every trick I've got and lets me play them anyway. That terrifies me more than his claws ever could.

I'm a liar. A schemer. The worst person in every room I've ever walked into.