Matteo’s business is back on track; there have been no further raids or betrayals since Alonza and Devora died. I don’t love what he does for a living, but at least with the Rossi family, they keep the criminal activity contained within the family. They donate huge amounts of money to charity, and impose their own form of law and order, and ensure that their business doesn’t affect the general public.
And we have permanent guests living in one of the wings of our villa. Arkady’s wife Lara and her daughters. Matteo told the Council that he wanted to claim Arkady’s daughters, as was his right – but he gave Lara the option of moving in with us too. He did it at my request, to protect her, so she wouldn’t be remarried off to someone equally brutal. He will select husbands for the girls when they are of age, but he will choose decent men who will treat them well.
Lara came eagerly. She’s been helping me to learn some Russian, and how to cook traditional Russian dishes. I do it to feel closer to my late mother, and to honor her heritage. And I invite my Russian grandmother over for dinner once a month.
I sigh as I finish nursing, and Matteo looks at me with a hungry gleam in his eye. I know what that means.
I must perform my wifely duties. I have no choice, no escape. And that arouses a dark hunger in me, an eagerness to submit.
Our nannies have been waiting, and I hand them my darlings and let Matteo lead me to our bedroom. We have a hand-crafted bed of gleaming polished wood, with cuffs dangling from many places, and we also have soundproofed walls. Matteo locks the door behind him and turns to me with that look on his face that says I’m in trouble.
I face him fearlessly as I slowly strip off my denim dress with its stretchy nursing top.
“Will it hurt?” I ask him.
“Yes.” He smiles at me kindly, with sympathy. “A lot.”
I suck in my breath, and the storm of fear and arousal crackling through me makes me damp between the legs. “What am I being punished for?”
“I saw you dusting the children’s room when you could have called the maids. My wife does not do housework.”
“It was just a couple of shelves!” I protest.
“My sweet Natasha.” He shakes his head. “So you want two punishments?”
I sink to my knees in front of him. “I’m sorry, Matteo, it won’t happen again.”
He strokes my hair gently. “I suspect it will, because you are willful and disobedient. Why are you such a naughty girl?”
I turn my head so I can kiss his hand. “Because I want you to train me how to be better.”
He chuckles as he unbuttons his shirt and strips out of his clothing, folding it neatly and setting it on a chair.
“Bend over the bed. Legs apart, face down.”
I obey.
I’m a little bit afraid now, as he rummages in the trunk at the foot of the bed. My husband grabs a spreader bar and attaches it to my ankles, forcing my legs open even wider. Then he runs a chain up, chaining my hands together behind my back.
The first lash across my upturned buttocks wrenches a cry of pain from me. That just urges him on. Smack after smack, crisp red lines painted across each cheek as I squirm frantically on the bed. My butt catches fire, and I start to beg.
“Please stop!” I cry out.
That earns me two more stripes.
“Will you do it again?” His voice booms out above me, the voice of fate, he who controls my pain and my pleasure.
“No, I swear, I swear!”
And he snaps the whip across my burning flesh three more times for emphasis.
“See that you don’t.”
He releases me from my bondage. And then there’s the comforting. The soft kisses feathering along the harsh red lines he just painted. Ice cubes run along my burning skin. And as I lie on my back, sweet laps of his tongue between my legs as he drinks up my juices.
When he places my ankles on his shoulders, I’m already shuddering with anticipation. He spears me with a quick, hard thrust, forcing himself inside me. He’s so big, it’s always a stretch.
He holds my hips in place as he pumps into me, drawing it out the way I love. I’m pinned down and trapped, my ass stinging as it rubs over the silken comforter with each thrust. The pain melts into pleasure, and he takes me higher and higher, delaying his own orgasm until finally I come, hard. My inner sheath squeezes him as I buck in his grip, spasms of ecstasy rippling through me. Only then does he explode, flooding me with his hot seed.
“Lorenzo,” he says, panting.
“What?” I say, dazed, looking up at him. “Who?”
“The name of the boy I just made. Our son.” He grins at me fiercely. “If it’s a girl, you can pick her name.”
Slowly, gently, he slides out of me and lies down next to me. We’re slick with sweat. He pulls me up against him.
“My princess,” he breathes reverently in my ear.
And I answer my husband as I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly. “My prince.”
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Thirty Days of Pain
A monster doesn't know how to love.
But maybe she can teach him...
If he doesn't break her first.
WILLOW
My uncle handed me over as collateral for a $5 million debt...
And the beast who claimed me knows no mercy.
I don't know if he has a soul, or if I can melt his frozen heart.
Sergei is a Russian mob boss, a cruel, evil man who draws pleasure from my pain.
My time to find the man inside the monster is running out.
If I don't save him, I won't be able to save myself.
SERGEI
Willow is just a pawn in my war against the Toporov family.
A delicious, sexy little pawn I can't wait to hurt in all the ways I know by heart.
I'm going to make her every nightmare come true.
But Willow has a hidden fire. She has a tender heart.
Too bad for her... Because I'm about to put her light out.
I'm about to make sure she never, ever loves me.
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Thirty Days of Shame
The monster draws pleasure from my pain.
Now, it's time to fight back.
SERGEI
30 days of pain have pushed Willow to her limits.
My pretty prisoner is no longer meek. She's trying to resist.
But my precious prize doesn't know what I know.
Nobody has ever won a war against me.
Nobody has ever bested me.
And she's not going to be the first.
Good luck, little Willow...
Now you're not fighting to escape anymore.
You're fighting to survive.
WILLOW
My captor's rules have changed.
I'm still a prisoner, and freedom seems further away than ever.
I have endured every blow, every harsh word, every kind of hurt Sergei threw at me.
But now I've betrayed him, and I've awoken the monster within.
I have to pay for my sins...or my family will pay the price.
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Thirty Days of Hate
Secrets and lies tore us apart. Can love keep us together?
SERGEI
Willow thought she got away from me, but she was wrong from the beginning, wrong about everything. I find her trying to take down a human trafficking ring, unsure whether I'm there to help her, or drag her down. But from now on, Willow doesn't have a choice. She will be my wife. She will submit. She will pl
ay her role. 30 days until she becomes mine forever. 30 days for her final chance to run. 30 days, and Willow will be my wife, mine until the end of days.
WILLOW
Sergei wants me to trust him. He orders me to marry him, and he’s giving me no choice in the matter. But our enemies are circling in, enemies we didn’t even know we had. Evil is closer than ever, so close I can feel its hot breath on the back of my neck. He's hunting me, and there's nowhere left to run. I'll have to face the devil himself—and I have a feeling he will make me pay in blood. I don't know who to trust. Is Sergei the perfect liar... or the perfect lover?
This is a dark romance, complete with trigger warnings! Part 3 of a complete 3 part series. No cheating, HEA guaranteed.
Tamara, Taken
“Dexter Meets 50 Shades of Grey." Manhattan's sexiest billionaire has a horrifying secret...and I'm so sorry I found out...
Once upon a time...
I was a 19-year-old girl with a law school scholarship. My ugly past was finally behind me and my whole life lay ahead. My name... was Tamara.
But now...
I don't own my mind or my body anymore. I don't even have my name. Now, I'm called Toy, and I am the prisoner of the most beautiful serial killer the world has ever seen.
My purpose in life is to please him, to crawl for him, to serve his every whim instantly without question.
Sometimes it amuses him to give me pleasure so intense I think I’ll die. Sometimes it amuses him to invent new ways to make me scream.
He says I’ll never feel the wind on my face again.
He says that his face is the last that I’ll ever see.
He likes to make me cry.
He says that he's the only one allowed to hurt me, so he’ll keep me safe and caged until the day I die.
And soon...
There’s an evil worse than him crawling through the shadows of our lives.
When the past comes knocking, my jailer may be my only savior.
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The Trials of Tamara
“I’m going to tear apart heaven and hell to find her.”
My Tamara is gone. Taken. Kidnapped to be tortured and killed. In my search for her, I won’t leave a stone unturned. I’m going to find her. And then I’m going to destroy the man who took her away from me… family or not.
It’s time to train Tamara.
When I’m not around, she needs to know how to protect herself. The world is filled with many monsters. I am just one of them. Tamara needs to learn to keep herself safe, and I’m going to make sure that she’s as dangerous as I am.
My pretty toy is hiding a secret…
…and I’m going to get it out of her. We’re meant to be together, and I’ll kill to have her. My work in this world isn’t over, and Tamara is meant to be by my side. I’m going to make her my own again, and I’m going to pry that secret out of her and save her—not just from the world, I’m going to save her from herself. She belongs with me. Now and forever.
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Camille Claimed
CAMILLE
I’d call Bastien Durand a nightmare, but you can wake up from a nightmare. And a nightmare doesn’t make you delirious with pleasure – before ripping you to pieces.
In high school, Bastien was my boyfriend, my protector, my tormentor, my everything…until the summer when I learned the true nature of his evil. Now he’s back to finish what he started. He’s everywhere.
My bedroom, my office, my car…I can’t escape his sweet caresses or his brutal tortures.
And worst of all…I don’t want to. I want more. Because the pain he inflicts is the worst I’ve ever felt, but the ecstasy of his touch is the drug that sings through my veins.
I want him caressing me, whispering sweet lies into my ears…“I love you…I’m going to destroy you. My voice will be the last thing you hear before you die.”
BASTIEN
All of my life I’ve fought my cruel urges. But I’ve learned what dark forces shaped me, and the truth has set me free.
There's a reason why I'm a monster, and now that I know the truth, I’ll destroy everyone who betrayed me.
First on the list is Camille, the girl who broke my black, evil heart. She left me once – she won’t escape me a second time. There are others who would take her from me if they could, because now that I’ve claimed her, she’s became a pawn in an ancient game. Let them come after her. I’ll kill them all, one by one. She’s mine. Mine to play with, mine to torment, mine to break into pieces so small she'll never be whole again.
Discover the next generation of Blue Eyed Monsters. This is a dark romance, which contains scenes that some may find disturbing.
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