The morning sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse felt like an insult. It was too bright, too normal for the shattered reality I had woken up in.

I lay tangled in the silk sheets of the massive king-sized bed, every muscle in my body aching with a deep, throbbing sore

His grip on the back of my neck was unyielding, the heat of his palm seeping into my skin like a brand. Silas Thorne didn’t drag me; he merely guided me with a terrifying, absolute authority that made my legs move on their own.

"Julian," Silas commanded, his voice a low, vibrating hum that echoed o

"I belong to the cartel forever!" I screamed, the words tearing from my throat with a raw, agonizing desperation. "I belong to you! Please!"

The toy roared to life, hitting the highest setting instantly. The sensory overload was catastrophic. Blindfolded, bound, and pushed past the limits of human