leahgisselle

"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

The conflicted look on her face made me stop, even though I wouldn't have cared in the past. It was as if the longer we stayed together, the more I could feel her emotions and the more I wanted to put her at ease, even tho my wolf wanted the opposite despite being enthralled with her. 


Her fingers shakily wiped at her lips as if she was trying to get rid of my kisses and I wanted nothing more than to crush our lips together again. My wolf and I were in total agreement on the matter. 


"I haven't eaten" she got out, her chin pointing at the tray as she walked past me. 


I watched her, feeling complete just by seeing her move about me with no fear or hate in her gaze. 


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