In a society where the divide between the haves and the have nots is distinctly drawn, Foster Graham enjoys the privileges of the ruling class to the fullest. With looks, wealth and a place in society that gives him access to anything he wants, the world is his playground. But behind his easy smile and suave demeanor lurks a demon he’s managed to suppress. When a friend goes missing, he finds himself immersed in a world that forces him to unleash the darkness within.
Far removed from the glitzy lifestyle of the upper class, Tori Preston must fight daily for her survival. In order to support her family she is forced to participate in a barbaric ritual called The Run, for a second time. But she soon learns there are far worse things that could happen when she finds herself captured and sold off into a life of pure hell.
An underground organization formed by a group of depraved sadists once thought to be a ghost tale used to scare little children into behaving, no one believes in its actual existence. Tori, however, learns the hard way that this ‘bogey man’ is very much real.
Without hope, Tori begs for the sweet release of death until she comes face to face with the only man who ever managed to touch her heart. Seeing the woman who has haunted his dreams since their parting, Foster is determined to save Tori and never let her go again. But they just might find that this time there’s nowhere to run.
“Victoria, you’re lovelier than ever. Time has been good to you.”
She narrowed her gaze, giving him a death stare. “It’s Victoria now? Call me Tori. Only my mother is allowed to call me that and she’s dead.”
“I used to call you Victoria as well.”
“And you lost the right to! So why am I here?”
He expected her to be angry with him, but her hostility still hurt. “Because I bought you, which means you belong to me.”
“Right. Until you get tired of me being just a convenient lay. What’s the matter? Now that the Run has been disbanded you’ve resorted to flat out buying your women? How pathetic are you? Can’t you get women on your own without resorting to a financial transaction? You sick bastard.”
Foster realized her words came from a place of hurt but hearing her lash out at him pissed him off. He was under a tremendous amount of stress with everything going on. He’d involved himself with people that made him look over his shoulders again. Having Victoria rage at him no matter how much he deserved it was the proverbial last straw.
“Regardless of the reason you’re here, this is where you’ll stay until I say so. You have free run of the house but you will not be able to leave.”
Victoria folded her arms across her chest and pursed her lips. “It seems like I have no choice in the matter of my comings and goings but I’m damn sure not going to make it easy for you. Don’t even think about touching me.”
“Do you honestly think that if I wanted you, there’s anything you could do to stop me? You’ve forgotten, Victoria that I’ve heard this line from you before. You like to pretend that you don’t like my touch, but in the end, I’ll have you begging for it.”