Sold to the Devil's Heir

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He bought her to settle a debt. He never expected to want her more than the company. Elara Cross was sold to the highest bidder. That bidder is Dante Voss, the coldest heir in the city, a man who has never kept a woman longer than a weekend and has never been told no by anyone who mattered. She walks into the café ready to hate him. She leaves with his claim still burning between her legs and a vow to make him pay for every second of it. Dante tells himself she is nothing. Collateral. A signature on a page. Then he spends one night trying to fuck the memory of her out of his system with a woman who already knows exactly how he likes to be pleased, and still wakes up hard for the bride he is supposed to marry in a few hours. The wedding is a formality. The marriage is a cage. The attraction is the one thing neither of them can control. She was never supposed to be anything more than a debt. He was never supposed to become the only man she has ever let inside her. Now the city is watching, the board is waiting, and the only question left is who will break first: the woman who refuses to be owned, or the man who is finally learning what it costs to want something that cannot be bought.