He needs a wife.
She needs a miracle.
Let the Pleasure Wars begin . . .
Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around.
And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money.
At least—that’s not who I used to be.
Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call, husband.
I’m ashamed of what I’m doing.
It’s dirty. Wrong. Twisted.
And I refuse to acknowledge how good it feels. Especially in front of him.
But we’re stuck together for one year.
He has needs. Kinky. Dark. Depraved needs.
And he wants me to be the one to fulfill them.
For half of his inheritance—I’ll do it—but if he think’s I’ll be his sweet little submissive, he’s in for the shock of his life . . .