LOGINWhen Eleanorah Cortessi marries the cold-hearted billionaire Mafia Lord Vincent Vincenzo to save her father from his wrath, she doesn't expect to fall in love with the man who'd always consider her a his pet. An unexpected turn of events brings them closer, but can a forced marriage based on deceit survive, added to the fact that it was a contract meant to last a year.
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This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.
If any of these things are not something you want to read, that is okay. I have plenty of other books where consent is key because that’s sexy too. But sometimes you just need something dark and smutty.
I hope you enjoy Cass’ story.
XOXO,
Jane
Cass
“Over here,” I hissed, pulling my sister into the darkened alleyway behind me. The night was cold and quiet but I knew that they were still out there. Those things were hunting us.
“Cass-”
“Shhh.” I pulled her against the wall behind the dumpster, her grey eyes were wide as she looked up at me. I wanted to tell her that I would get us out of this, but I didn’t know how I’d do that this time.
Our breathing was ragged, I tried to keep mine as shallow as possible. I didn’t know what those things were with their glowing eyes. Just that there was no way that they were human.
“Cass, what were those-”
“Found you, pretty thing.” The deep voice chuckled, cutting off my sister’s words. Pulling her away from me. My breath caught in my throat as I pushed forward off the damp brick wall. A hand gripped my wrist and I realized that this man-shaped creature wasn’t alone.
“Ah, ah. You’ll make a fine offering.” His blue wolf-like eyes moved over my body making me feel naked even though I had jeans and an oversized hoodie. He looked over at Cora and I was glad that it wasn’t the same hungry look that he’d given me. “That one’s a little young, but I’m sure he’ll have a use for her.”
“No, just take me. Let her go.”
“Bravery will get you nowhere.” The first one leered at me, “The King will like breaking that spirit.”
The man’s hand moved up my arm and I jerked away barreling towards my sister and her captive in the hopes that he would let her go and she could escape. It wasn’t to be as an arm wrapped around my waist. Pulling me back against his firm chest, he squeezed me tight making my ribs ache.
“We’ve got your scent, you can’t escape from a wolf.” He growled, his warm breath fanning over my skin. Fear ran through me, there were so many horrors that we had avoided just for something like this to happen. I stopped moving, at the feel of something hard pressing against my bottom. “Wolves enjoy the hunt more than you can imagine. The only thing saving you right now is we need a tribute.”
“A, a, a tribute? I stuttered out.
Tires screeched behind me and I turned to look at the opening of the alley. Hope filling me that maybe we would be rescued. It was short-lived as a black van pulled up and the door slid open.
“There’s your ride.” His grip tightened around my waist as he made me shuffle walk towards the van. Groaning in my ear as he pressed his cock against me, “Too bad I can’t finish off my hunt with you. Maybe when the king is done with you?”
“Fuck you.”
He shoved me through the open door and my palms scraped against the metal flooring, I turned to glare up at him, pushing my reddish-blonde hair out of my eyes.
“You’ll have wished it was me.” His blue eyes twinkled in the darkness as he smiled at me. My sister was shoved into the van and the door was slammed behind her.
“Cass, what’s going on?” Cora asked.
“I, I, I don’t know.” I shook my head as the van started moving. I crawled to the doors, my hands moving over the door searching for the handle in the darkness. The metal was smooth and cold under my hands. I looked towards the partition that separated us from the drivers before moving back to my sister. “I’ll keep you safe Cora. I promise.
She nodded up at me and I felt my throat tighten. She was so trusting, I wrapped my arms around her. Stroking her soft, dark hair. I didn’t know how I was going to get us out of this. I’d find a way, Cora was my responsibility and I couldn’t let anything happen to her.
We didn’t speak for the remainder of the drive, I wanted to fill the silence to give her some comfort but my words failed me. Instead, I held her close trying to stave off the chill in the air that seemed to seep into our bones from the metal that surrounded us. My eyes burned and I wanted to cry, I knew that I couldn’t.
That would scare Cora and I had the feeling that the little these creatures knew about us the better. I wished once again, that our parents hadn’t died. That we had someone to save us.
The van stopped and the door slid open, making me squint at the bright light. A man stepped up to the opening as my eyes adjusted to the light.
“Get out.” He ordered and I loosened my grip on Cora, helping her out of the van before climbing out behind her. The man stepped around us, slamming the door shut before he stormed off. I looked around the room, my eyes settling on another man.
He dragged a hand through his bleached hair, his dark roots peeking through the mess strands. Jade green eyes studied my sister and I with a look that I didn’t have words for. His face was smooth, almost boyish and I would have found him handsome if I wasn’t so terrified.
He brought his hands down, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his black leather pants. His white button-up shirt stretched across his chest as he leaned back.
“Come with me.”
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Twenty Five Years Ago. A nine year old boy sat on the bed while he watched his young mother get dressed up. Their house was modest but not too poor. They appeared to have belonged to the second class in the social ladder. "Mommy, I'm hungry" the little boy said as he watched her. His trousers were tight on him and jumpy. It wasn't his size anymore but he still wore it, his height hadn't reached the top of his wardrobe shelve and so he wore that which his hand could touch at the moment. "Mommy...." He called again as there was no response to his request the first time. "Ohh Charles can you keep quiet? You're always noisy and to never let me have fun. I'm not the only woman with a child, why do you want me to look older than my age because I birthed you?" She snapped at him sharply as she turned to face him, sparing a bit of her time. "But mommy..." He wanted to continue. He was hungry. Very hungry. It was almost 2pm in the day and he was yet to have breakfast. His father had gi
Micheal's eyes widened in surprise as he stood frozen in the doorway of the living room,taking in the transformed surroundings. The once cluttered and chaotic space was now immaculately tidy and with every item in its perfect place. He stared at the clock on the wall, the time still read 8:00 AM and he was beyond bewildered.How was it possible? They had both gone to bed around 11pm the other night, how was it possible that she was able to turn the place that had looked like a pigs nest around in such a short span of time, without any help and even without him knowing!She had managed to completely overhaul the house!Micheal's gaze still wandered around the room, taking in the neatly arranged furniture, the dust-free surfaces, and the spotless floor. It was as if Ahneeka had waved a magic wand and made all the clutter disappear. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity. Who was this woman, and what other secrets did she harbor? Who was she exactly? Who was she! H
Martinelli tore at the document in his hands as he disgusted it's contents, his phone still in his hand. If there was anything more than anger, that would be what Martinelli currently was. He felt angry but beneath the interior was a fearful thrill he had never had before. He feared for his empire, he feared for his son. He was an impotent man and this had been one of his weaknesses. The lady hadn't dug well about him enough for her to know he hadn't fathered most of the children he traded their kidneys. They weren't his children. He had been obsessed about having children and most of his wives took that to their advantage and tried to buy his love with children they presented to him as his, children that most times belonged to his chauffers and soldiers. He was scared for his son. He was the only child he had, likewise his step sister but he couldn't tell even though that was the reason he had insisted on the both of them living with him and not their respective mothers. Was
Micheal's eyes widened in surprise as he stood frozen in the doorway of the living room,taking in the transformed surroundings. The once cluttered and chaotic space was now immaculately tidy and with every item in its perfect place. He stared at the clock on the wall, the time still read 8:00 AM
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Martinelli tore at the document in his hands as he disgusted it's contents, his phone still in his hand. If there was anything more than anger, that would be what Martinelli currently was. He felt angry but beneath the interior was a fearful thrill he had never had before. He feared for his empi
Twenty Five Years Ago. A nine year old boy sat on the bed while he watched his young mother get dressed up. Their house was modest but not too poor. They appeared to have belonged to the second class in the social ladder. "Mommy, I'm hungry" the little boy said as he watched her. His trousers w
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