Chapter 2
First NightSIENNAThe sound of his belt hitting the floor felt louder than it should have.Maybe because I was on my knees on cold marble, my pulse a war drum in my throat. Maybe because he didn’t look at me like I was a girl anymore.He looked at me like I was prey.“You understand what you agreed to,” he said, voice low, lazy, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. “Say it.”“I agreed to be yours,” I whispered.“For?”“One month.”He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it—then tightened his grip until I gasped.“Try again.”“I’m yours for thirty days,” I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin.He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair.“No, Sienna. You’re mine for thirty nights. And they’re going to feel endless by the time I’m done with you.”I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve screamed.But I only spread my knees wider.He smiled lChapter 3 Punishment ClauseSIENNAI made it until noon before I broke one of his rules and he made it until 12:04 p.m. before making me pay for it.It started with a phone call.One I wasn’t supposed to answer.Rule #2: No outside communication unless he says so.I didn’t think he meant it literally. I didn’t think “just a quick text” would count. But when I stepped out of the steamy shower and saw the glowing screen with “Ava ❤️” lighting up—I answered.My best friend. My anchor.“What the actual hell, Sienna?” Her voice exploded into my ear. “Where have you been? I tried calling you all last night. You ghosted. I was this close to filing a missing person report!”“I’m fine—better than fine. I’m just… busy,” I said, drying off, trying to keep my voice down. “And I can’t really explain.”She sniffed. “Did you run off with some mystery man after the gala?”I hesitated. “Something like that.”“Are you in trouble?”A click sound
Chapter 2 First NightSIENNAThe sound of his belt hitting the floor felt louder than it should have.Maybe because I was on my knees on cold marble, my pulse a war drum in my throat. Maybe because he didn’t look at me like I was a girl anymore.He looked at me like I was prey.“You understand what you agreed to,” he said, voice low, lazy, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. “Say it.”“I agreed to be yours,” I whispered.“For?”“One month.”He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it—then tightened his grip until I gasped.“Try again.”“I’m yours for thirty days,” I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin.He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair.“No, Sienna. You’re mine for thirty nights. And they’re going to feel endless by the time I’m done with you.”I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve screamed.But I only spread my knees wider.He smiled l
PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from—One month. One man. One filthy contract.No names. No public outings. No limits.All she has to do is say yes to him.Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin.He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.But when the rules start slipping—and Sienna starts craving more than his money—the question becomes:Does she belong to him?Or is she the one who’ll make him fall?Chapter 1 The OfferSIENNAMy bank account was in the red. My fridge was empty. And my dignity? Left somewhere on the sticky floor of the strip club I didn’t even get hired at.The manager told me I wasn’t “porn-star pretty” or “innocent enough to make up for it.”Which meant I was
Chapter 8 Yours, UncensoredElenaYou know the problem with fire? It is that you can’t control where it spreads and right now, Jax Hart was wildfire inside me.I shouldn’t have come.I should’ve stayed buttoned-up and polished on the morning talk circuit, laughing off his scandalous mic drop like I didn’t relive every raw, filthy second of that cabin.But I did because my thighs were wet before the end of his interview and my chest was tight. My mouth—dry and aching.And then there he was—on my screen—telling the whole world I’d screamed his name while I was fucking drenched.He wasn’t wrong.And when I burst through his door that night, furious and wet in every way that mattered, he fucked the resistance right out of me while I screamed every obscene word I had stashed in the wide range of my vocabulary.And now I was naked in his bed with my legs tied open with his belt, blindfolded and begging.He’d lit candles. Low. Flickering. Shadow
Chapter 7 Lights, Camera, F*ck You Jax I was warned not to. My agent begged, my publisher threatened, my publicist nearly cried. “Please, Jax,” she whispered with that PR-polished voice. “Just let the story fade.” Fade? I didn’t do fading, I did fire. And right now, there was only one thing I wanted burning— Her. Elena fucking Cross. I’d been good. For two whole days. No calls, no posts, no public mentions of how her pussy clenched when I whispered filth against her neck, or how her nails left claw marks down my chest that I still hadn’t washed off. But then I saw her on TV. Panel interview. Tight skirt, crossed legs, professional smile frozen across her face like it wasn’t covering up the fact that I’d had her on all fours three nights ago, begging me not to stop. The host smirked. “Elena, care to comment on the rumors about you and
Chapter 6 Your Name in My MouthElenaI didn’t cry when I left the lodge.Didn’t look back as the SUV drove me down that winding, snow-paved mountain.Didn’t let myself feel anything when my phone lit up with bars of service again and I was met with a tsunami of missed calls, angry texts, calendar alerts, and corporate emails with subject lines like:“URGENT: JAX HART MEDIA BLAST”“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.”I didn’t open them.Not until I was home. Showered. Alone.Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits.Then I did what I always do.I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess.But I wasn’t prepared for this.Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm”By: Jax HartI blinked.Then clicked.The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.“We hated each other. That was the beginning.She tol