Amara He took me. Kept me as his own—his plaything, his woman to toy with and torture whenever he felt like it. I've been trapped within these four walls for over a year. The slowest most agonizing year of my life. I begged for him to kill me, yet he wouldn't. You know why? Because he had too much fun with me. That's what he said. It's what he always said—how much he enjoyed it all. There came a point when I thought it would never end . . . but it did. Dante My cousin Eduardo pulled her from the clutches of a monster. I don't call him that lightly. In our business we've seen many who are animals in suits. However, this man . . . he is among the most vile. I knew the moment she walked through my father's estate how she fancied my cousin. He even mentioned to me how she flirted with him a couple times before she was taken. I knew the woman had been through hell, and yet I didn't care. I saw the spark in her eye when she looked at my cousin, and I hated him for it. A mere glance, and I craved her more than any drug. She doesn't know it, but she will be mine.