The Bratty Bid

Sloane
I was never supposed to be on that stage. I’m not some desperate little submissive waiting to be claimed. No. I’m a fighter and a proud brat, the kind of woman who doesn’t kneel for anyone. But when my father’s enemies throw me into The Master’s Market, none of that matters.

The bidders hide from me as they watch from the darkness, each man hungrier than the last. And then he wins.

Kane Mercer. Billionaire. Sadist. My worst nightmare.

He doesn’t just want to own me. He wants to break me. And worse? He wants me to enjoy every second. I swore I’d fight him. That I’d never kneel. But Kane doesn’t take no for an answer. 

And now, I don’t know if I want him to.

Kane
I came to The Master’s Market to claim a woman. Not her.

Not the sharp-tongued brat with fire in her eyes and war in her veins. The one who fights even as she trembles, who glares even as she drips for me, who swears she’ll never kneel but still arches when I make her body beg.

I should send her back. I should walk away. Instead, I outbid every man in that room and I take her.

Because Sloane West is mine now. And I don’t just want her obedience. I want her to love every second of her surrender.

She thinks she can fight me. That she can resist the need I see in her. She’s wrong. By the time I’m done, she’ll kneel for me. And she’ll thank me for breaking her.