His Sanctuary

For a year, I was nothing but a ghost in the Vanderbilt penthouse, Seraphina's secret plaything, her devoted bodyguard.

I loved her with a silent, burning devotion, always there, always ready to serve.

Then, as casually as she' d summoned me to her bed, she dismissed me.

Her wedding to Julian Astor was in ten days, and our arrangement was abruptly over.

The chilling indifference in her eyes was a prelude to the hell that followed.

Suddenly, I was at Julian Astor's mercy – a petty, sadistic monster who reveled in torment.

He ordered me beaten, humiliated, even forced me to kneel on scorching metal grates until my knees were raw.

I endured a public flogging, my back shredded, while Seraphina, the woman I' d protected with my life, smiled at my tormentor.