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Lila doesn't want another nice guy. She's tired of being the good girl. She wants something new - someone to push her boundaries. She wants me. Naive and curious, she looks at me with that voiceless yearning in her eyes, piercing and pulling until I can no longer resist. Oh, little girl, be careful what you wish for. You will submit to me, you will bend to my will and my belt will bite your skin until it blossoms in all shades of red. My restraints will cut into your wrists just like my command will carve into your soul. But you're not ready for it, are you?

I'm the heir to an empire, but I left the army as a broken man. A dangerous man. I should stay clear of her. She's too fragile, too broken herself - and too beautiful to resist. Worst of all: She wants me to take her. But where she seeks solace, I seek sanity. The Velvet Rooms provide our sanctuary. A place of safety, bliss and unbridled play, untainted by the clamor of reality. Here, there is no sight. There is no sound. Only skin against skin. Testing. Claiming. Our fondness for the absence of sound and light is what binds us.

No man ever made her scream and beg for release. Until now, I say. She claims I'm asking for the impossible. I will prove her wrong. I always get what I want. Always. She's a professional, paid to lie and seduce, but those tricks won't work on me. I don't want her insincere moans and fake smiles. I want the real thing - and I know how to get it. Because I know it's not her body that needs to be conquered - it's her mind. But our relationship rests on unsound footing, a contract and nothing more.

Violence has always been part of my life. I was angry as a child, with no outlet for my dangerous rage. Years have passed, and I'm no longer a victim of my own aggression. I'm in control now. A control that many seek to surrender. Just like her. My pet. The beautiful blonde who agreed to submit to my will. She agreed to be kidnapped and locked away until our contract is over. She's here to play a role. But her defiance seems too real, her terror too honest. Watching her struggle is bone-chilling. She's getting to me like no one ever has before, seizing a heart that cannot love.

My name makes their hearts beat with desire and their skin tickle with sweet fear. They call me The Puppetmaster. And when I’m on the hunt, they come running - willing to serve at my feet, because no one makes my puppets dance like I do. But my heart almost stops when I see her name on the list. Alena Prey, you wreak havoc with a plan I’ve had for years, but it won’t stop me from reaching my goal - a goal that you’re destined to be a part of. But this is not how it was supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this. And yet, it will....

Love is not for me, but if marriage is what it takes to become my father’s successor and save my family’s fortune from ruin, so be it. This is all for show. I just need to play it safe until the fake wedding fuss is over. But then she shows up. The cute pianist, hired to play at my engagement party. Sweet Elodie. Shy, innocent, and virtuoso - off limits and impossible for me to claim. Elodie is a sweet risk and a challenge like no other. Her weak attempts at fending me off only fuel my greedy hunger.

I will break every single rule to make her mine. My life has always been defined by the extreme. I don't balance - I'm an all-or-nothing kind of man. Doesn't sound healthy? It sure as hell isn't. Giving in to my cravings has almost ruined my life before and I'm not going to let it happen again. That's why I need rules. A strict regulation to keep my head in place. Once a year. A different girl each time. No exclusivity - no addiction. Laura is fueling my hunger like no girl ever has before. But she's not on the menu. Taking her is against the rules.

Leonard: This is where I belong - among the rich and powerful. I am used to getting what I want, and I know I want her from the moment I see her. Elizabeth Barrington. The quiet beauty, waiting to be broken. Her eyes are begging for me to take her. She didn't think I would go this far, but here she is - collared and chained to the bed. Mine to keep, mine to train, mine to please. But Liz is unlike any other submissive I’ve had before. She is dangerous.

I made it to the top, among the richest of the rich. But I have one more goal in my sights . . . to become a member of the illustrious Vanguard Society. Being a billionaire is not enough to join their ranks. I just need one thing to win their trust: A fiancée.

This ballerina will dance just for me. I am my own man and I won’t end up like my brother - tamed and chained to one woman forever. But I like a good challenge. A challenge like her. Sara may embody the pure and innocent swan on stage, but this blue-eyed doll can’t hide the little nymph she really is. I've never seen a naked ballerina before, and I crave the lithe body of this one.

I'm the last son. The one who doesn't matter. I was never meant to inherit my family's wealth, but my brother's gutless betrayal left me as the one holding the bigger fortune. Now, with money to my name and the looks to match, women see me. They want me. But they don't know me. I savor a very specific kind of leisure pursuit. I buy women to lock them up and make them submit to my will. But this time, I want the real thing. Real fear, real submission. Someone special, who doesn't play a role.

They call me a prodigy in the business world. Rich, powerful, and cunning. At 29 years old, I'm running an empire, built from scratch. The political realm is next. I want my voice heard and my name on the ballot. But my character credentials are lacking. I need a woman at my side, under contract. Someone with a pretty smile for the public eye, to make me look like a trustworthy, loyal man. Ann Porter is the woman I want for the job. Her heart is just as violent as mine, her mind sharp and cunning. Her body willing and begging to be broken - ready to bend at my will.

He took everything from me. My memories, my sanity - my freedom. I don’t know who I am or why I'm here. All I know is that I'm his captive, his toy, his clueless slave. Pain meets pleasure with fiery kisses as he molds me into the person he says I’m supposed to be. But who is that person? And who was I before him? I hate him for this. I fear him like no one else. And I'm drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Every stroke of his hand brings me closer to the truth.

He’s not the only person I should be afraid of. Someone wants me to enjoy this twisted ordeal. I’m supposed to have faith in him. To feel safe. To grow. To blossom. But how can I trust this voice from the past? How can I trust him when he denies answers to all of my questions? Why does he hurt me like this? And why does it feel so unbelievably good when he does? I’m addicted to his touch, and scared of the sinister mystery between us.

Claire is the epitome of a good girl. She's cute, smart, demure—and my student and teaching assistant for the semester. Of course, I didn't know the latter when we first met at The Velvet Rooms, an elusive kink club for the richest of the rich. I was looking for a little plaything, she was looking for a Master—and we both felt like we found the perfect match in each other. Learning that she's a virgin already derailed my plans for the night, but fate had an even bigger twist waiting for us.

Linnea May presents Book 3 in the Billion Dollar Pact series. Contains mature themes.

Gabriel Boulder, filthy rich, powerful beyond belief, and still as disgustingly handsome as he was seven years ago. He was never my boyfriend - but that didn't stop us from intertwining like vines during our last year of college. Leaving him behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and he never forgave me for breaking both our hearts.