Elena

He was supposed to be a monster. Not the man who made me crave the cage.

I had no choice. Walk into the Vane Casino. Sign the contract. Become the property of Sebastian Vane-the ruthless "Beast" of Las Vegas-for thirty days. Sacrifice my body to save my father's life. Simple. Brutal. A transaction of flesh for freedom.

Except nothing about Sebastian is simple. He's the King of the Strip. Cold. Calculated. A sadist in a bespoke suit. But he doesn't just want to break me; he wants to tune me like one of my cellos. And when he commands me with those dead grey eyes, I forget I'm supposed to fear him.

I forget a lot of things. Like the fact that I'm a prisoner in his glass tower. Like the fact that he owns every breath I take. Like the fact that falling for my captor was never part of the deal.

Now I'm in too deep, surrendering to the one man who should be my enemy, and the truth about why I'm really here is going to set the city on fire.

Sebastian

Elena Rossi walked into my Sanctum like a melody I couldn't get out of my head. Innocent. Desperate. Everything I should destroy.

She hates me on sight, and she should. I bought her to settle a debt. I've tried being the monster. Tried being the Master, the teacher, the guy who feels nothing. Nothing works. Then the training begins. A touch that shouldn't feel like healing. A submission that looks like power. And suddenly I'm questioning every rule I've ever made for myself.

About control. About who is really in charge.

But there are wolves at the door. My rival, Marco D'Angelo, wants what is mine. My past is haunting the hallways of the penthouse. I'm falling for the one variable I can't calculate, and I'm terrified of what I'll have to burn down to keep her.