Sinfully His
I thought I was walking into a deal.
Thirty days to obey him. Please him. Let him own my body in exchange for enough money to breathe again.
But Damien Voss doesn’t just want obedience. He wants surrender.
Cold. Possessive. Sinfully rich. He doesn’t want a girlfriend, he wants a good girl to break.
When he says kneel, I kneel.
When he says, “Please, Daddy.” I say it.
But I didn’t read the fine print.
Hidden cameras. Secret files. A contract with darker clauses than ink can show.
And now, what I thought was control has become a cage.
I should’ve never signed it.
Because Damien Voss doesn’t let go.
I’m not just his.
I’m Sinfully His.