Novels by Didi Starr

POV: Jenna..“What the heck is going on, Jenna?” Jackson demanded, twisting against the rope cutting into his wrists, his breathing ragged. “Who is this guy? Are you… gosh, are you cheating on me?”I stared at him, still trying to wrap my head around everything.“I swear to God, if you’re cheating on me, I’ll—” he continued.“What will you do?” Gio cut him off, his voice cold enough to freeze.“I’ll… I’ll…” Jackson stammered, struggling harder. “Fuck this! Take this blindfold off, you coward! Let me see who the hell dared to kidnap me!”Gio’s man stepped forward and slapped the back of his head hard enough to make him grunt. “Shut your fucking mouth before I cut your tongue out.”That shut him up instantly. Jackson whimpered and went silent. I yanked hard against the ropes biting into my wrists, the rough fibers digging deeper with every twist. My shoulders burned, a sharp ache that pulsed down my arms and made my fingers tingle. I glared at Gio, who was sprawled across the bed, on

POV: JennaThe first thing I felt was the rope biting my wrists, pulling my arms tight above my head. My legs were spread wide apart, tied to something cold, the cool air brushing against my skin, instantly covering me in goosebumps.Where was I?My head felt heavy and painful, like someone had hit a hammer to the back of my skull. I was paralyzed with fear.The last thing I remembered was locking up the bar after closing. The street was quiet, my keys jingling in my hand as I started walking to my car. Then I felt that prickling feeling on the back of my neck like someone was watching me.I'd told myself I was being paranoid, that I was just tired from being on my feet for eight hours straight. But I wasn't paranoid, because a strong arm had come from behind, clamping a cloth over my nose and mouth, and I inhaled a sweet, chemical smell, my vision blurring fast. I’d clawed at the hand, tried to scream, but it was of no use. Everything went black.And now here I am. Tied. Blindfold

POV: OliverI knew at that moment there was no going back. I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifted her higher against me, and threw her onto the bed. She bounced on the sheets, legs spread, chest heaving, eyes wide and hungry. I held her gaze without blinking. My fingers tore the shirt open, buttons flying in every direction. The belt buckle clanged against the floor as I shoved my pants and boxers down in one impatient motion. Her eyes went huge, lips parting in shock. “Holy shit!” she swallowed hard. “It’s… so fucking huge. I… I don’t know. Uhm… if it will fit.” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. After all the teasing and confidence she’d shown these past days, I hadn’t expected her to look this nervous. Are you a virgin? I asked quietly.She shook her head, cheeks flushing deeper. “No… but I’ve only been with one guy before. And he wasn’t… anything like you.I stroked my shaft once, slowly, letting her watch every inch as the angry red head dripped with pre-cum. “A

POV: IslaI stood in front of my full-length mirror in nothing but the sexy red lace lingerie I’d bought a month ago, wishing I had someone to tear it off my skin. I hated the home I was born into, trapped like a prisoner. I couldn’t even have a normal boyfriend without my father scaring him away.I turned around, admiring the lace on my body. The bra pushed my tits up high, nipples already hard against the cups. The tiny thong barely covered my pussy, and the garter straps hugged my thighs. I turned sideways in front of the mirror and wiggled my ass slowly, admiring the way it jiggled. They were definitely my best asset — plump, round, and made to be grabbed. I looked like a delicious little snack. No… I looked more like a five-course meal.So why the hell hadn’t my seductions worked on Oliver yet?I had been trying for the past week, acting like a desperate whore but failing woefully at it.I climbed on the bed, knelt in the middle, knees spread just enough, back arched so my ass l

POV: OliverThe bass from the club speakers hit me hard like it wanted to crack my ribs. I stood five feet behind Isla, my back against the wall, eyes sweeping the crowd while she danced like the spoiled brat she was. Twenty-one years old with Daddy’s money pouring out of her like water, and all she did was waste it on this shit. Meanwhile, I was here for twenty thousand dollars, the exact amount I needed, wired to the hospital so my sister could get that heart surgery before her next attack. I just had one job to do: keep this girl breathing. That was it.Isla wore a tight red dress that barely reached the middle of her thigh. It hugged every curve and rode up when she moved. She knew it was too short because she kept pulling the hem down with one hand while laughing too loudly with her almost-naked friends. She glanced back at me again, lips wet from the drink she’d just drank, rolling her hips slowly and dirty, eyes locked on mine. “Enjoying the show, Oliver?” she called over

POV: Isla“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Dad.” I slammed the door of his study so hard the windows shook loudly. My heart was already pounding, half from rage, half from the adrenaline that always kicked in when I fought with Enzo Moretti. My father “Language, Isla.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. Just kept signing them like I was some annoying fly buzzing around his head. “Language?” I laughed without humour. “Isla, sit down and listen to me for once.” He finally looked at me, dropped the pen, and rubbed a hand over his face. He looked tired, the lines around his eyes deeper than they were last week. “Three nights ago, you almost died!”I remained standing, my hands curling into a fist at my sides. “So what? Mom died last year; people die, in fact, everyone dies one day. I’m twenty-one, Dad. I'm an adult, so if I want to die, leave me the hell alone!”He narrowed his eyes at me, cold, dark, the same eyes I saw in the mirror whenever I was too st