Desire

"Is that a collar?" His lip twitched in to a half smile but he quickly composed himself.

I scoffed in disbelief. "It's a choker. A necklace."

"You like to be choked?" The orbs of his eyes darkened in pure lust.

He licked his bottom lip and grazed it lightly with his teeth. I couldn't help but stare at the movement.

"I-don't know."

"There's only one way to find out."

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Sienna was only 16 when she found herself left with no choice but to run.

A man named Nero trained her to dance on a pole, and for seven years this was all she knew and loved.

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Rocco Salvatore was dominant and unapologetic. His jet black sleek hair was always gelled to perfection with a single strand falling over his forehead. His face never displayed emotion-his eyes forever void of affection.

He had a body women loved to worship, but despite his positive attributes, he was ruthless, tyrant and cold hearted. He never cleaned up his messes-until she became one he couldn't take his hands off.

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WARNING - This book is not intended for anyone who doesn't like lip biting, being pushed up against the wall, shamelessly fucked and dominated to no end.

Mature themes and language.

Enjoy ;)