21-year-old Larisa Bronc; an unsuccessful reporter who couldn’t write a good story to save her life received a tip from an anonymous person. It was a tip that could lure any reporter in, and sadly, it had lured her. But little did she know, it was a trap, and she had fallen right into it. She had messed with the wrong person and now she was being blackmailed; her virginity or her life…? And that night, the one that she lost wasn’t her life. WARNING: This is a dark romance book, read at your own risk! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
view moreHis hand sunk hard into her back, arching it to perfection. “You should’ve thought twice before you stepped into that club.”
Larisa twisted to stare up at him, tears settling in her eyes, but she detested letting them fall. “B-Be gentle at least, it’s my first time.”
“Sure, little reporter, however you want it.”
Larisa had known it was a bad idea, but her desperation had finally led her to her demise.
It was a tip from an anonymous person, information that could’ve not been true, and yet she’d gone ahead and trusted it. It had been wrong of her, but her crave for money was what blinded her eyes.
The call came in at the office at approximately 1:00pm in the afternoon, a male voice; rough and husky had asked... ‘Is this reporter Larisa Bronc?’
‘Yes...’ Larisa had replied, curiosity clear in her voice as she continued to speak. ‘May I know who’s calling and why?’
‘I won’t be disclosing that. Introductions aren’t mandatory, especially when you’re just dropping off a tip. A dangerous one at that.’
‘A tip...?’
‘Julian Maverick...full proof that he’s in league with the Mafia will be at ‘Thirst’ club. The location is 73 Borden Street, New York. He’ll be there as soon as the clock hits 7:00pm. The passcode to the exclusive wing is ‘I’m blind’ and I’ll send somebody to drop off a card that you’ll need along with that to get in.’
And then the call ended. She had tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail, and just as promised, she received a card from a delivery guy. She wasn’t sure why the person called for her specifically. She was a failure as a reporter and Julian...Julian Maverick was a businessman, the most successful of them all. His company established a worldwide presence and consistently topped the charts.
The man was a billionaire; he walked on Gucci and spat out Balenciaga. His only flaw was the rumors that he’s an undercover thug.
But of course, nobody believed it, and perhaps that’s why Larisa thought if she could really find the proof and cover a story, she’d be a failure no more. Her article would draw people in like candy did kids, it would sell and her history of being broke and unsuccessful would vanish for at least a time, but that was the stupidest mistake she’d ever made in her life.
She shouldn’t have gone to that damn club and when she spotted Chase Santiago; a criminal who had been indicted multiple times with Julian in the exclusive wing, she shouldn’t have taken pictures.
If she hadn’t, then she wouldn’t have been kidnapped and thrown in an expensive hotel room...hands tied behind her back and a cloth sealing her mouth.
If she hadn’t, then she wouldn’t have been blackmailed to sleep with the world’s most popular businessman in exchange for her life...
If she hadn’t, then this mess she was currently in, she wouldn’t have been in it.
Damn!
Her fingers gripped into the sheets as she buried her face into the pillow. He said he wouldn’t kill her if she spread her legs for him and promise to keep her mouth shut.
He said he’d set her free; he said that she…
Larisa whimpered when she felt the tip of his member at her entrance and the tears she had tried to hold back fell down her cheeks, sob after sob falling from her lips.
“What’s wrong now? I thought we agreed on this. Have you changed your mind? Do you want to die instead?”
Larisa shook her head vigorously. “N-No…I-I want to live.”
“Then why are you crying as though I’m forcing you? You're not being forced if you’ve given me your consent, are you?”
Larisa shook her head again.
“Then stop crying and tell me you’ll take it.”
“I’ll…I’ll t-take it…” The words took their time falling from her lips, shame filling her up to the very brim. She couldn’t believe she was doing this…If this was to go up on the news, then the headline would be:
Larisa Bronc; 21-year-old reporter had finally dug her own grave.
She never once dreamt something like this would ever happen to her. All she wanted was a story, but this was what she got instead.
Another sob drifted up her throat when he finally entered her, and pain; mind numbing pain scorched her at the harsh thrust.
This might not be rape, but it was blackmail…cruel and heartless BLACKMAIL.
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“Is that so? That offer is alluring enough…especially since I like ‘everything’ about you.” His hand reached for her face and Larisa flinched when he swiped the loose strands of hair sticking to her wet cheek behind her ear. “But you need to understand that I hate nothing more than a tardy person. I’m always on time…I got here several minutes before 7:00pm…if you were going to bring my boys to visit, you should’ve brought them eleven minutes earlier. You shouldn’t have made me angry…your beautiful face is now ruined with tears and your arm’s bleeding…god, I hope it doesn’t leave a scar.”He leaned closer, analyzing the nasty wound he created; one she hadn’t even known was there. “I'm glad it’s not deep, and I swear it wasn't intentional, but it's all your fault.”Larisa nodded, not knowing what else to do. She found it hard to speak, she was scared to a point where even his words were almost incomprehensible. She didn’t know what he was planning to do with her, and anticipation was ca
“Larisa angel…” He stared down at the watch on his wrist. “You’re eleven minutes late.”Larisa took a shaky step back, pointing at him. “It’s him…I…he’s going to…”Her heart thumped against her chest when he stood to his feet, that taunting smile turning into a sinister smirk. “I thought you said you’d be an hour early, how could you lie to me, little reporter?”He stepped towards her, and the cops stepped aside, freeing his path to her. That was when her heart started to drum with a bit too much vigor, fear was slowly paralyzing her, but still she managed to take shaky steps backwards until her back was against the wall.“You…” Her eyes drifted between the officers. “P-Please…help me…”“You want them to help you? What god awful thing could you be so afraid of?” He grabbed her face, twisting it so she stared only at him. “I’ve been waiting for eleven f*cking minutes, Larisa…don’t you think you deserve to be punished for that?”His hand slipped down her face, sinking painfully deep int
Larisa did just what she told herself she would. When she got home, she sat in front of her computer until it was past 5:00pm. It was then that she went to the bathroom, took a shower and got dressed.It was time to head out. She hadn’t forgotten about the address in the message, however, that wasn’t where she went. Her eyes were red and foggy when she stepped past the door to the police station.She was scared, but this was something she had to do.Wiping the streams of tears that ran down her cheeks, she walked further inside. It hadn’t been until she sat down and went deep in thought that she realized how messed up her life really was. Three years back, she lost her mom and dad in an incident…right as she entered her last year of high school. Because of that, she had worked herself through the remaining terms at a grocery store that was close to her irresponsible and drunkard uncle’s house. He was the only family member willing to take her in and despite being somewhat of a good m
Larisa walked out of the hotel on her shaky legs, her purse which she had found beneath the sheets tucked under her arm as she walked in pure shame out through the exit. She knew she looked like shit, her eyes were red, her hair was a mess. The only thing that looked close to good on her was the red, velvety dress she had found on the bedside table.It wasn’t hers and she wanted nothing from a man as heartless as Julian, but she had no choice but to wear it right now.It was a foolish move, but she needed to get to work. She was already late, her boss would now be angrier at her than he always was. Before stepping out of the room, she had bathed her skin until its porcelain color turned to red. She felt violated, ripped open…she felt as though something important had been stolen from her.But wasn’t that what happened?Larisa pushed her purse higher beneath her arm as she fanned down a cab, shuffling inside as soon as it stopped. She slammed the door shut behind her, and then leaning
Larisa’s eyes shot open, a frightened look on her face as she looked around. She had just woken up from a nightmare, a terrible nightmare!But as she looked around at the same hotel room it had all taken place in, she realized it was not just a nightmare; it was reality.Everything happened in real life…her virginity was taken away from her at the expense of her life. She could feel the ache in her core, the trace of his harsh touch still dragging on against her skin. She could also feel the fear in her heart as she turned to take a look at the left side of the bed where that stranger from hell had laid when he deemed himself done with her last night.She didn’t know how she ended up falling asleep or when he left, but she remembered everything else. Her desperate cries for help, her fingers tearing incessantly into the sheets, the rivers of tears she had shred, the pain and above all, she remembered the hatred that lived in her heart for him.Julian Maverick…he wasn’t just a thug or
His hand sunk hard into her back, arching it to perfection. “You should’ve thought twice before you stepped into that club.”Larisa twisted to stare up at him, tears settling in her eyes, but she detested letting them fall. “B-Be gentle at least, it’s my first time.”“Sure, little reporter, however you want it.”Larisa had known it was a bad idea, but her desperation had finally led her to her demise. It was a tip from an anonymous person, information that could’ve not been true, and yet she’d gone ahead and trusted it. It had been wrong of her, but her crave for money was what blinded her eyes. The call came in at the office at approximately 1:00pm in the afternoon, a male voice; rough and husky had asked... ‘Is this reporter Larisa Bronc?’‘Yes...’ Larisa had replied, curiosity clear in her voice as she continued to speak. ‘May I know who’s calling and why?’‘I won’t be disclosing that. Introductions aren’t mandatory, especially when you’re just dropping off a tip. A dangerous one
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