"Is that a collar?" His lip twitched in to a half smile but he quickly composed himself. I scoffed in disbelief. "It's a choker. A necklace." "You like to be choked?" The orbs of his eyes darkened in pure lust. He licked his bottom lip and grazed it lightly with his teeth. I couldn't help but stare at the movement. "I-don't know." "There's only one way to find out." **** Sienna was only 16 when she found herself left with no choice but to run. A man named Nero trained her to dance on a pole, and for seven years this was all she knew and loved. **** Rocco Salvatore was dominant and unapologetic. His jet black sleek hair was always gelled to perfection with a single strand falling over his forehead. His face never displayed emotion-his eyes forever void of affection. He had a body women loved to worship, but despite his positive attributes, he was ruthless, tyrant and cold hearted. He never cleaned up his messes-until she became one he couldn't take his hands off. **** WARNING - This book is not intended for anyone who doesn't like lip biting, being pushed up against the wall, shamelessly fucked and dominated to no end. Mature themes and language. Enjoy ;)