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"How does it feel to submit Jade, how does it feel to kneel at the feet of your owner," he asked, in a low voice that rumbled like the storm.

Raising my head, I stared at him defiantly, knowing deep down that I was consciously breaking his rule and that I would be punished for it. I smirked. "It feels like I'm going to have to return the favor once I get out of here".

His lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes glowing in the darkened space as his gaze lingered on me. I couldn't move or breathe. "You're never getting out of here."

Jade wanted one thing only: to become the Mafia king. Betrayed by her half-brother, she flees for her life but gets trapped in the hands of hunters until she is rescued by Dearil Vaughn, a sadist with a chaotic wolf that feeds off torture and destruction. To survive his dangerous games, she'd have to learn to submit and keep her heart in a place where his cold hands couldn't reach. It was supposed to be easy, but Dearil was much harder to resist.

Jade calmed Dearil's wolf, so he was never going to let her go, especially since she was the only beacon of light in his dark world where he'd been rejected by both blood and foes... But winning her heart proves difficult, especially when the monsters within him are too hard to tame. 

It was war! A war between two contenders who planned to come out as winners.

IMPRISONING HIS MAFIA QUEEN

It's been three days. Three days of absolute torture. My stomach grumbled where I lay, and I knew that by the time the stipulated time was up, I'd be so weak I wouldn't be able to fight or defend myself. 


Dearil was a son of a bitch and he was all I could think about as the days rolled by. He'd come into my room just as he said he would. He would sit across from me, and then we'd just stare at each other. He became devious the next day because he brought a mouth-watering piece of steak with him and then proceeded to eat it in front of me while I watched the meat disappear Into his mouth hungrily, my mouth watering just by Watching him eat what should have been mine. 


Pride. Damn, my pride. I was a Mafia don, and doing whatever it took to survive should be my main goal, but that was also demeaning. Why should I submit to him when it should be the other way around, and didn't I promise myself that no one would ever top and pin me down? 


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