All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

THALIA POVAll I see is darkness, but I feel his presence surrounding me. His scent fills my lungs.I'm wound so tight I might snap. Desperate for more release. My heart pounds at the certainty that he's watching me. If I stay suspended like this much longer, I'll either beg him like he demanded or cry like I did earlier when he made me orgasm for the third time in twenty minutes.Fuck. I swallow hard remembering how he'd touched every sensitive part of me, building waves so fierce I actually cried. It took everything in me not to plead like a sinner at confession.The hairs on my body rise as footsteps echoOneI thrash against my restraints, but it's useless.TwoThe chains hold me suspended, both wrists stretched separately toward opposite corners of the window in his office. He's closeThreeMy pulse hammers with anticipation. Cold air kisses my exposed skin, making my already aching, bruised nipples tighten into hard points.Tobacco Predator Oud ControlHe stops directly in fro

THALIA POV In my six years preparing to end Carlos, I’ve killed. I’ve almost been killed.Marcus: Henry's older brother and the owner of Shadow lane, the mafia group where I'm trained made it a duty to always put me under life threatening situation.Made sure I could take hits, not just deliver them.“What a very brave way to invite a deep, painful death.”The threat hits like a fist. My knees weaken at the pressure on my windpipe. He sure knows where to hit“Aaaa… I...”I truly can’t breathe. Can’t even complete a sentence.“Too soon to show weakness now,pretty doll.” His voice drops lower, nails digging into my skin.His hands are ice but his eyes are lava.And that’s what pins me in place. Those dead eyes on a man in his early thirties. Deep and dark like his hair that's pulled back in a man-bun beneath thick brows on a clean-shaven olive skin.I’ve watched him through camera lenses for years, and every time, the same thing strikes me: how utterly empty his eyes are. Like he kille

THALIA POVCHAPTER 5 FRIDAY 5AM“She’s awake. Set the table.”Not Marcus’s voice. Not Vaughn’s.I open my eyes to complete darkness. I’m blindfolded. What the hell!“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Damien’s voice, unmistakable.I test my limbs: Legs free.Arms unbound.I’m on a bed not restrained and the scent surrounding me is familiar: bergamot and vanilla. My custom candle, the one I make because store versions never match my father’s recipe.I'm home.“I’m making things fast and easy for her.” Carlos respond, closer than expected.Footsteps retreat and a door closes.Wait! Carlos and Damien are in my home?!I blink twice after ripping off the blindfold, it's a sleep mask. And I blink again,to confirm I'm meeting Carlos’s eyes staring me down. He stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, forehead frowned.Fuck. He captured me?“Took you forever to wake up. Bathroom’s there.” He points behind me but I refuse to look, in case he stabs me.“Get dressed. Let’s continue from last ni

THALIA POVBefore I can move to climb down, he strides toward me. Three seconds. That’s all the warning I get before he’s in front of me again, cigarette smoke curling between us like a threat as his hand wraps around my throat.Firm enough to hold me in place, not enough to cut off air.“Is that why you have a Colt Mustang strapped around your knee?”His voice lays something heavy on my throat.“Tha…lia.” My name drags out like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff“It’s for self-protection.”I gaze away from him, but his grip turns me back to face him.Empty silence heightens the awareness of us together. His eyes search me: from my eyes to my lips, then down my seated body before hovering on my lips again.He opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, puffing his cigarette before letting go of my throat.My feet hit the floor and I walk past him, feeling his gaze glued to my back like a physical touch.The silence stretches: thick, electric.Four steps to fresh air, I hea