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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

I get to claim a body part. The words kept repeating in my ears as the warm water from the shower cascaded around me in torrents. The bastard. Was there anything that was going to be fair where he was concerned? How do I know that he won't be the one winning every spin by using his dark powers? 


Dragging my hands through my hair, I reached for the shower switch and turned it off. 


He was a fucking conniving bastard and smacking my head against the wall didn't make the feeling that his words and actions had stirred up in me. 


There was also the feeling of his arousal while he had been pressed up against me. He was definitely not lacking in any of the departments, and he didn't understand the concept of personal space. He was worse than me in that department. 


Twenty One