LOGIN"Take off your clothes, Carissa. I want to see what I've bought." Nico commanded calmly. Carissa's eyes flashed with defiance. "I am not your pet! I'll die before I submit to you!" "Oh, but you are mine," he growled against her skin. "And I'll make sure you learn to obey me...on your knees, begging for my touch." CARISSA I never thought I'd be in this situation with Nico Demonio. The guy I liked when I was younger now stands in front of me, his eyes full of anger and a desire for revenge. My father sold me to this ruthless mafia boss, and now I'm trapped. Nico hates my family because he thinks we're responsible for his parents' death. He also believes my brother betrayed him and put him in prison. Now, I'm stuck in Nico's twisted world, feeling both hate and attraction for him. One minute I want to spit in his face, the next I find myself dizzy and aching for him. NICO That fool, Carissa's father, thinks he can erase his debts by auctioning off his own daughter. Little does he know I’m back for my perfect revenge. Now, Carissa is in my grasp, and I'll use every tool to break her. She will be my pet, forced to submit to my every desire. I'll push her to her limits, seeing how far I can bend her before she shatters. In the end, she will surrender to me completely...or learn the true cost of defying the Mafia Boss.
View MoreCARISSAThe tattoo artist, a man who appears to be in his late thirties, with a long beard and long brown hair packed in a low bun, approaches me. His forearms and chest are covered in crazy tattoos. He gives me a kind smile, his strong French accent soothing my nerves. "Don't worry, cherie, it will be done in a minute. This is going to hurt like a bitch, but you are a strong girl, oui?"I glare at Nico, who is sitting directly opposite me, his legs crossed, his piercing icy blue eyes drinking in the sight of me. I'm cuffed to the chair, unable to escape. The tattoo artist begins preparing my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.Nico suddenly stands up and leans down, his fingers grazing the top of my breasts, right where he wants the tattoo. I feel a jolt of electricity at his touch, despite my revulsion. He resumes his seat, his gaze never leaving me.I swallow hard as the tattoo needles get closer, the pain already searing through my skin. I'm about to scream when
CARISSAI let out a terrified gasp, my whole body going rigid. "Nico, please, don't hurt him!" I beg, half screaming.Nico's grip on my arm tightens, and he pulls me roughly towards the door. "Let's go, Carissa. We're done here."I cast one last, desperate look at Landon, my heart shattering at the devastation written all over his face. "Landon, I'm so sorry," I whisper, even though I know he can't hear me.Next thing I know, I'm sitting in the backseat of Nico’s car, my hands all shaky like a leaf. Landon almost died because of me and right now I feel terrible. As we pull up back to my nightmare, I try to keep a straight face. "Danielle,' " Nico calls out in a stern voice, summoning my new personal assistant,"make sure Carissa gets a warm bath and a change of clothes. And remember, if she so much as steps out of line again, there will be consequences. You’d be fucking dead before you can blink."Danielle gulps audibly, her eyes darting nervously between Nico and me. "Yes, sir," sh
CARISSAI take one last look around the room before unlocking the window and carefully swinging my legs over the sill. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the drop to the ground. It's not that far, but I'm not exactly athletic. I let go, landing with a soft thud on the grass.Gotta move fast before they realize I'm gone. I keep low and dart across the yard, praying the guards don't spot me. Lady luck must be on my side because they are distracted and I make it to the sidewalk unnoticed. Now what? I start running, not even caring which direction I'm going. Anywhere else is better than back there. The cold night air whips through my hair as I pump my legs as fast as I can. The problem is, I don't have my phone because of course it is in Nico’s possession. How am I supposed to reach Landon now?The streets are deserted, not a soul in sight. Perfect for making a clean getaway. But then the skies open up and the rain starts pouring down heavily. Great, just what I need. I'm soa
NICOI'm on high alert as soon as I pull up to the estate. There is a problem. My blood boils as I approach the gate, where I can see a disturbance. What the fuck? Carissa is being held by a bastard who is attempting to drag her away from the gate. I follow my instincts and draw my gun, firing a shot and seeing it strike the man in the shoulder. When he grunts in agony, Carissa loses it and starts sobbing and yelling hysterically. "Why would you do this?" She asks in shock. Her hands are shaking, and she dashes to the man's side to see how he is doing."Landon, are you hurt?"Landon, the bestie from earlier? I instantly know that she and this fucker can't be just friends. No way. My jaw tightens, and I pull her away from him."I forgot to add the rule 'Never lie to me,'" I growl, my grip on her arm firm."I just want to treat his wound," she pleads, her eyes desperate. “Just let me take care of him!”"Oh he can take care of himself," I snap. "He's a grown-ass man and you’re no nur
CARISSA"No one," I lie again, trying to sound nonchalant despite the guilt written all over my face.Nico raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Oh, really?" He calmly walks over to me, his hands snug in the pockets of his jogger pants. "Hand over your phone," he requests, his tone firm but
CARISSAThe sound of gunfire is still reverberating in my ears, and my heart is still racing from the attack.Trapped in that car with bullets hitting us from all sides, I felt like I was going to die. However, Nico took a bullet for me and shielded my body with his own to protect me.I can't help
NICO’s POVWith eyes wide with realization, the auctioneer declares, "Sold!" in a voice that trembles a little. “To the Mafia King, Nico Demonio!”My piercing blue eyes are fixed on Carissa Ferraro, the younger sister of my ex-best friend. I realize I just won the bid and I feel triumphant.In tha
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA *Carissa's POV*I'm roughly dragged through the packed club, the grip of my father's men hurting my arms. Laughter and clinking of glasses rings out around me, but the suffocating smell of stale cigars and strong cologne makes me feel sick."Smile, Carissa," my father sneer
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