The Slave Daddy Wouldn't Free
he growled against my ear, his hot breath fanning my jaw.
I looked. In the glass, I saw a girl completely undone—naked, marked, sore, and wearing a priceless blue diamond centered on her throat like a prized pet.
"This is not just jewelry," Aziel murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against the center blue stone, right over my windpipe, making me let out a tiny, breathless gasp. "This blue diamond is a permanent mark. It tells everyone in my world, from my lieutenants to my enemies, that you are the Valerie Cartel lord's personal property. You do not take it off. Not when you sleep, not when you bathe, and not when you pray. Do you understand me?"