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My father gave me to a stranger in exchange for debts owed.
Abducted. Imprisoned. Enslaved.
This is my existence.
Uncompromising and relentless in getting what he wants, the man who owns me makes my temper flare, my blood boil, and my body come alive. He’s getting under my skin, making me submit to his will, and desire things I should never want.
Iโ€™m his prisoner.
Iโ€™m his slave.
But, I will be his undoing. 
If he thinks to claim me, heโ€™s in for a fight, becasue I am my fatherโ€™s daughter, and they will both reap what theyโ€™ve sown.
At least, that is the plan. Now, I’m not so sure.

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This is a dark romantic thriller which contains scenes some may find disturbing. There is FULL consent (NO non-con: so relax, you can enjoy this!). You’ll get one sexy Alpha Male, a feisty heroine strong enough to put him through his paces, and an amazing dark storyline. Sit back. Relax. And strap in for one hell of a ride!
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I bounced with excitement as I neared the thick doors of the palatial monstrosity which had been my prison for the past twenty-one years. Z was out on a business trip. Iโ€™d be in and out, then gone, and would never again have to face the darkness in my fatherโ€™s eyes.
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As long as Z and I kept our distance, me in boarding school and him with his business, life allowed me to deny the truth. I was the rich socialite daughter of the illustrious Zane Carson, multi-millionaire who collected properties and corporations for sport. I dated who I wanted. As long as I didnโ€™t sleep with married men or had my name splashed in the tabloids, Z and I maintained a peaceful coexistence.
.
But that no longer mattered, because I vowed to be free of his overbearing ways. I had plans to pub crawl from Scotland to Germany in one long summer of debauchery with my girlfriends before hitting the books and beginning my new life. All I had to do was stuff my backpack with a couple pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and one naughty black dress.
.
At twenty-one, I had a B.S. in Computer Science from MIT which set me free. No longer would I be a slave to Zโ€™s money or his insufferable rules.
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I put my weight behind the heavy, ornate door and pushed. This would be the last time I entered this house.ย 
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I stepped across the threshold and lurched to a stop.
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Z stood in the middle of the sweeping foyer. His coal dark eyes bore down on me beneath thick bushy brows. Heavy shadows gathered in his stormy gaze and a scowl framed his face. Two men stood with him; two large, intimidating men.
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Years of rejection and emotional manipulation left no love lost between me and Z. In my head, he wasnโ€™t father, or daddy. He was simply Z. I had long since whittled my fatherโ€™s name down to a single letter. I hated him, only because I craved the love he denied me with the irrational need of a child. In front of others, I maintained a civil facade, however, and called him Papa. I did that now.
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โ€œPapa? I didnโ€™t think you would be home.โ€ My sandals slapped against Italian marble as I pulled up short.
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โ€œRaven.โ€ His harsh, clipped tones made my heart lurch. There was no tenderness for me in his greeting.
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Disapproval tugged at the corners of his mouth and his displeasure radiated in the flare of his nostrils and the pinch of his eyes as he surveyed my state of dress.
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His women wore their hair in tightly wound buns or French twists. I kept mine loose because it irritated him and it hung down to my waist. But his eyes skipped over my hair, made no mention of my lack of makeup, and moved to my summer tank top and cut off shorts. Thatโ€™s when his eyes widened, showing white around inky blackness.
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โ€œPapaโ€ฆโ€ My throat constricted and I subconsciously wrapped an arm across my chest, covering my unsupported breasts.
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Z demanded perfection in his female companions.ย 
Seeing his daughter in cut-off jeans, and a spaghetti tank top without a bra garnered more reaction in three seconds than Iโ€™d gotten out of him in twenty-one years.
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โ€œYouโ€™re dressed like a whore.โ€ His teeth ground out a horrible sound as his jaw clenched.
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My gaze flew to the men. Surprise fluttered in my belly that he would speak so crudely in front of company.
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โ€œPapa?โ€ The word hung between us as he came at me.
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His fingers latched around my wrist, biting into the tender flesh. My free hand pulled at him, trying to loosen his grip, but my efforts were useless against the steel band of his fingers. He yanked me toward the men.
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โ€œAs promised.โ€ He thrust me at the largest man. โ€œDebt paid.โ€
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An impossibly huge man pulled me from Z’s grip.
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I turned wild eyes to Z.
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I looked to the man who had given me life and saw the truth etched in the granite lines of his features. Comfort never came through the cold-hearted man who dominated my life. He never once touched me with love.
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The set of his jaw confirmed the truth. I couldnโ€™t believe what was happening, but the men lent a certain degree of reality to the situation.
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The man who took me from Z, wrapped an arm around my waist as I kicked out trying to get free. It was a useless gesture. My efforts to free myself were laughable, but then I wasnโ€™t thinking rationally. My mind reeled with my fatherโ€™s words. What did he mean by debt paid?
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The man pressed his lips to my ear and whispered. โ€œYou belong to another now.โ€

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