Asher Clemont is a billionaire sadist. Cold, ruthless, untouchable- and no woman has ever dared to flip his game. Until me. One reckless night, I kissed him. Pressed my body against his, snapped a photo, and sent it straight to the ex who broke me. It was supposed to be revenge. But it woke something darker. Now Asher's attention is locked on me. The man who lives to dominate, punish, and mark is suddenly caught off guard by the woman who dared to make the first move. And if I thought I could walk away, I was wrong. Because once a sadist like Asher Clemont sets his eyes on you... he'll make sure you burn for him. Again. And again. And again. What happens when a Sadist Billionaire sets his eyes on you?👀

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎.. Neelanjana Arora didn't belong in the world of Clemont, bare shoulders in a sleeveless kurti, silver jhumkas swaying, clutching a steel lunch box like she had no idea how out of place she looked. But to Daniel Matthew Clemont, she was the most intoxicating thing he'd seen in years. One glance in the elevator, and his mind stopped. One look at her neck, her eyes, her softness He didn't want to dress her. He wanted to unwrap her. She wasn't a model. She wasn't polished. But since that moment, she became his new obsession. His next collection. His secret muse. His personal undoing. And Daniel Clemont doesn't let go of inspiration. Not until it's stripped, shaped, and completely his.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when desperation claws at your throat, you'll do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. Cold. Untouchable. Sinfully dangerous. He didn't just bid. He claimed. And when his dark eyes met mine, I knew - I hadn't sold my body. I'd sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to. 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in justreadit 08/02/26