Alena Nadimian

What happens when the man you are to spend the right of your life with is the spawn of Satan himself? Torture, pain, loss. Could you forgive and forget? Or will your destiny taunt you forever? 


This book contains;

•Torture
•Consensual/Non-Consensual sex scenes
•Suicide 
•Explicit scenes
•Strong language
•BDSM

DEEP-END

<p>/"Sit on my lap,/" Ares says smoothly, eyes wandering over my bathrobe-- the only article of clothing he’ll allow me to wear. Although I’m normally in either his shirt or some elaborate fetish lingerie. The only reason I’m permitted a robe is because we’re in the dining room, where a servant could enter any moment and see me.</p>

<p>Ares takes a seat, looking at me expectantly before motioning to his lap with his hands. A few days ago, I might have still had it in me to refuse. Now that he’s incorporated battery-operated devices into my torture, I would rather go back to pain than refuse him. So, begrudgingly, I take a seat on his lap just as several women dressed as maids enter, setting platters of food in front of us. My meals thus-far have been the barest of basics, consisting of just enough to keep me straddling the line of healthy and slightly underweight.</p>

Chapter16