Sweating Lies: mm dark mafia romance

“Gladiator or toy?” Kaspar asks, as if it's the easiest choice in the world.

It might be an easy answer for someone branded, brainwashed, and who remembers no other life. But that's not me, not yet anyway. I'm a cop-or at least I was until my cover got blown.

Now, I'm a captive on a ship; one of the trafficked people I vowed to save.

Kaspar's a toy -a pleasure slave- content to warm our sadistic owner's bed; he laps up the abuse he's conditioned to associate with affection.

He's my only way out...