[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.]
slow burn 

I'm Julie Michael

I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.


On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth:


I wasn’t abandoned by accident.
I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.


But I refuse to break under his hands. 

In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake.

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"You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat.
Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss:


"Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart."

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Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: 


"You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!"



My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: 


"And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss."

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She waved her hand with bitter irony: 


"Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?"


 I nodded, confirming: 


"Yes."



A low growl escaped her, and she said: 


"You are worse than him."

Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: 


"Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?"


Adult content only

Dark Romance

Twisted

I ate a few bites quickly, but I felt a lump in my throat, so I pushed the plate away. I went in to shower, and immediately upon coming out, a strange heat began to course through the pores of my skin, as if my blood had suddenly started to boil.


 I muttered as I wiped my wet face: "Am I going to get sick because I stayed out in the cold last night when I escaped?"


I took some underwear and a short nightrobe and placed them on the bed, then went to dry my hair. 


But as soon as I turned on the dryer, I felt its air stinging my scalp like fire, so I turned it off immediately and tossed it aside. My body was rejecting any touch; I couldn't even stand to wear my underwear. 


I settled for the robe alone, but the heat was increasing and concentrating in my lower abdomen in a terrifying way.


Axel suddenly started barking and scratching the door with his claws. 


Chapter 131 - 131/The Fever of Desire