I thought I knew what hell was. After years as a cop, I was sure I’d seen the worst humanity had to offer.
I had no f*cking idea.
Now I know I’ve seen hell. Hell is the basement of an industrial warehouse where the rich, bored and psychotic buy their pleasure at the cost of innocent men and women.
I will take these bastards down, but first, I have to let myself be sold…
My life as a sexual slave should destroy me. Maybe I’m made for hell because as much as I want to end Domingo Morgan and his sick empire, I can’t wait for the next moment I feel his hands on my throat.
Every day I spend as his property, I crave him a little bit more.
Lover. Cop. Victim. Damned if I know who I am anymore. My life as Hugh Kincaid, police officer, is over. The only thing that means anything, the only thing that matters now, is that I belong to him.
I’m not usually a fan of dubious consent books, but there was something about this blurb that drew me in.
I started the book knowing that it may not be something that I would personally like, and while it did have some aspects that I didn’t enjoy, overall it was still a good read for me.
I really loved how Hugh wasn’t some picture perfect guy. He has his issues, and he accepts them. And even more than that Domingo accepted them.
The relationship between the two of them was very confusing. It’s almost as though they honestly care about each other, yet on the other hand it’s like they can’t stand each other.
When things happen with Domingo and his life is put in danger, it’s almost as though Hugh realizes how much he cares. But then he doesn’t.
I don’t really know how to describe this book without giving away too much about the book, but I will say that if you enjoy these types of books then you will enjoy this book.