Master of Games (Gods of Vegas #2)

He was my obsession. Haunting my dreams, reminding me of my past.

He was the one whose heart I destroyed.

Pierce Lykaios was everything I could want: captivating, cunning, and controlled. He understood my darkest desires and took pleasure in feeding my every craving.

And when I walked back into his world, it was my fault for letting the first touch lead to a second. And a third. I shouldn't have let him reawaken my need.

Now I'm caught in his grasp with no hope of escape, unable to forget, unable to stop.

He says this time I won't leave him. I won't forget him. And I'm afraid he's right.