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“Cedric… please. I need you.” His grip tightened around my wrists. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over the dark red marks he had left on my shoulder, kissing one before biting it just hard enough to make me gasp. “You need what?” he asked against my skin. “Say it properly.” Heat flooded my face. “I need your cock. Please, put it back inside me. All of it.”

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, 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.

"I don't care. Let them look." "You arrogant... bastard," she breathed, but she arched into his touch, her body betraying her words as she surrendered completely to the chaotic, brilliant heat of his touch. They moved together in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm, driven by pure, animalistic instinct. There was no room for their usual calculated mind games, no room for mafia politics or corporate warfare. In this locked room, they were just two volatile forces colliding, burning through the built-up tension of the last three days in a flurry of tangled silk, heavy breathing, and desperate, whispered promises.

There was no undoing it. Because in Dante Moretti’s world, curiosity and desire were never safe. But they were impossible to resist.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.