I talked sh*t about him online. Tonight, he’ll make me pay – publicly, inside an ancient arena.

Mysterious billionaire Caleb Rushmore is throwing a decadent party at an ancient Roman villa built over an old gladiator ludus.

His special guest? NOT one of the picture-perfect beauty influencers pining for his attention, but me—a curvy body-positivity blogger who’s been talking sh*t about him.

He’s been watching me since, learning my deepest secret, his obsession growing.

Now he wants me broken, serving him in unspeakable ways.

Knowing him, I expect things to get vile. But this ONE thing I never saw coming.

I showed up to a dirty masked ball to watch other people get it on.

I never expected the most dangerous man in the room to choose ME.

Derek Winston: billionaire, former quarterback, rumored monster. He is the masked man every girl is lining up for.
He could have anyone.

But he stops in front of me.

It seems he sees exactly what he likes.
He also knows precisely what I crave.

He offers me a deal no sane woman should take.
Yet I do.

Now I’m chained in an ancient gladiator cell with a masked Dom who doesn’t just want my body. He wants my most guilty pleasure, my secrets, my surrender.

I expected rough.
I craved depraved.
But nothing could prepare me for the reason why he singled me out.