LOGIN"You came for revenge. Too bad you're about to get fucked instead," he says darkly against my lips, sending waves of lust blazing through my body at the sound of his husky voice. I shudder but stifle a moan as his hand smoothly glides down my stomach to cup my drenched core. My knees nearly buckle from the blissful sensation. It's intoxicating, but I hate it. I hate him — I remind myself. I shouldn't be feeling this turned on by this creep touching me. "Get away from me, you disgusting pervert," I sneer, wanting to shove him off me, but I struggle to do so. Not because his hold on me is firm or inescapable, but because my heart is already racing with excitement at the promise of him fucking me until I lose every single one of my brain cells. ~~~~~~~~ What started as a determined quest for revenge spiraled into something twisted and dark when Whitney Sullivan unexpectedly crossed paths with the school's notorious hockey captain, Carlos Martinez. She wanted revenge for what Carl did to her friend, Jayden Logan, so she decided to seek justice herself. She carefully devised the perfect plan and patiently waited weeks to enact it. However, on the night she sneaked into his mansion to wreak havoc on him, she unfortunately got caught — by him. The devil. He cornered her with a sinister smirk and demanded that before he'd let her go, she'd have to fulfill his sick request after ruining his orgy night with her pathetic revenge attempt. NB: This book contains great smut, morally gray characters, and other strong dark romance themes like twisted obsession and unsolicited possessiveness. (18+).
View MoreWHITNEY'You don't need to feel embarrassed about last night. You're my wife. It was bound to happen someday.'These were the last words Carl said to me before leaving me in his room—in a state of embarrassment and, perhaps, relief.I was utterly mortified by everything that happened last night, and I'm partly glad he reassured me when he noticed my unease.If you put aside the fact that he's a cold-hearted murderer, I think he's actually very sweet.The way he tended to me, cleaned me up, made me feel safe when I was completely out of it, and even kissed my forehead after reminding me that I'm his wife and needn't feel embarrassed about how I begged him to give me an orgasm last night—I swear I felt, and still feel, a sliver of affection towards him. I said a sliver.Because I still hate him very much. If we're being logical, after he brutally punished me last night, my resentment towards him has only increased tenfold.But maybe I deserved what I got.After all, I betrayed his trust
Ava's words hit me harder than I'd like.I've been mulling over what she said to me for the last two days, and my goodness, the guilt... The way my heart constantly twists with guilt each time I remember is starting to overwhelm me.I genuinely didn't expect her to come at me like that but I guess I pushed her to her limits when I kept asking about the same Carmen that I betrayed.I wish I had been able to say something to her before she left that day though. Sure, she has attended to me four more times after her confrontation, but I didn't have the courage to tell her my side of things and how her words have been making me feel devastated.I get that what I did to Carmen—and basically everyone else in this house—was wrong. But if they were in my shoes, wouldn't they have done the same thing?I was just trying to survive and return to the world I once knew. What exactly is wrong with that?However, I understand I shouldn't have done that at the expense of another person's trust.Carme
CARL"How many are they?" I ask my friend, Jake, as I blow out a thick cloud of smoke into the air."Thirty to forty," he replies. "They keep adding up every day, boss." He runs a hand through his shoulder-length black hair and sighs with exasperation.I assess Jake’s demeanor from where he sits across from me in my office. He’s tense and worried — probably about the outcome of this conversation.Some gang members we entrusted with our products have refused to pay what they owe. They keep giving me excuses about bad sales, yet they recruit more men daily. Crazy, isn't it? Especially since I know those men don’t come cheap.Torrell Martin, the gang leader, is probably scheming something — maybe a takeover, since he’s always wanted my position in the Bratva. I’m not sure, but I’m not about to sit around with my guards down.After a minute of contemplation, I instruct firmly, “Blow up their warehouse when they're still in it.” I inhale a lungful of nicotine as Jake's green eyes match min
Cece and I are already getting along pretty well. think she likes me — a lot. Maybe I can use that knowledge to exploit our friendship and get her to help me escape — without her realizing, of course. I think to myself as I pace the length of my bedroom.Then I halt in my steps and shake my head, uncertain if that’ll work.I'm thinking too desperately at this point. I need to get my head straight and think of something solid.Cause the more I delay, the worse it gets and the harder it becomes to escape. To escape him.I can't. I seriously can't endure this anymore.It’s been three days since that incident at breakfast. Also three days since I last saw Carl—can’t say I’m not grateful for that. Cece told me he went out of town for business again, but I suspect there’s more to the story than she let on.She triggered something in him, and maybe he just left home to clear his head, and also urges to deal with his sister for mentioning a name she probably shouldn't have.Cause after his ou
My heart pounds with both elation and relief on our ride to the hospital. Ava clearly shares my emotions, judging by the grin etched across her face as she navigates the road."I told you this would all be over soon, Whit. Now look— Fuck, I'm so happy." She blasts the horn by accident, prompting me
WHITNEYI squeeze the key in my palm — the same key Devin gave me three days ago — trying to calm my fraying nerves.I've been feeling this way since my last meeting with Devin. Since I agreed with his plan to take down Carl once and for real. I should feel motivated that I have a reliable accompl
Gosh, I hate myself for this.I hate how much his intoxicating presence is affecting me right now.Against my will, my gaze lowers with dread as I'm unable to look him in the eyes anymore. My knees weaken as my mind replays the nightmare I had of Carl having his fingers scissoring me open.How I mo
"They're lying to you... Don't listen to them!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I approach the receptionist with fright.Considering my unexpected outburst and the way she's staring at me with confusion right now, she probably thinks I've lost it.Concern lines her brows as she takes me in. "Exc






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