Eternity Rivera had a fairy tale life until one fateful night intruders stormed her home, destroying it and her parents in their passing, leaving her and her baby sister behind. With the help of her uncle, she soon learns that life moves on, until a monster comes lurking into her room at night. When she finally makes the decision to change her life for the better, Eternity is hit with another life-altering blow. Sometimes life is cruel and unkind and kicks you up the arse, leading you down a dark path you want nothing to do with. Sometimes we don’t have a choice.
Ryke Justice has lived his life in purgatory for the last ten years, but to him, it’s just another day in the office. They don’t call him Justice for no reason; you mess with the boss and you’re messing with him. Justice will come and you won’t even be expecting it. That is until an Angel finally turns his head and becomes the envy of every girl there. She ignites his desires, stirring his black soul back to life, but is she strong enough to withstand his monster?
Can Eternity save Justice from himself? Can Ryke finally give into his deepest darkest desires? Has his monster finally met his mate?
Choices will be made, Justice will be served, and things are about to get hot. It’s time to go to the dark side.
Welcome to Illicit Angels.
Warning! This book isn’t your typical romance. It’s dark, dirty, and dangerous. This series contains dark subject matter, including sexual abuse, kidnapping, torture, rape and murder. 18+ only.
This story is part of a six part series, each approx. 50-60k words in length.
room, I find Envy sleeping in my bed, still bound. She looks like a goddess in
slumber, and I hate to wake her, but there is no time for sleeping. And there
it is again. Time. I don’t have time for anything. I can’t plan anything in
this life. There is no time for killers. We live our lives on borrowed time.
The minute I gave myself over to the beast and embraced my inner savage, I gave
up the rights to live a normal life. Envy deserves a normal life. Seeing her
look so peaceful gives me a sense of peace, but that’s just stolen time. I can
never give her what she wants or needs.
to take it.
selfish bastard. I don’t give a fuck. For the second time in my shit life, I’ve
found peace again. Forgive me for wanting to keep that. I know it’s wrong and
it’s twisted. But she’s mine.
I nudge her foot, sitting upright in an instant. She glowers at me. “A sock.
Really? Untie me,” she demands. I quickly unknot the sock and throw it to the
floor. I drop my purchases onto the bed and nod my head at them. Her eyes stay
trained on me, and she doesn’t move. I nod my head at them again and throw her
a grunt. Folding her arms, she raises a brow in question and still refuses to
open the bags. All she did was draw my attention to her tits pushed against her
arms. She may be my peace, but she also gives my beast all the power. When I’ve
fucked a woman in the past, it’s been for me. The beast hasn’t found any
pleasure. With Envy, he roars to mate; he prowls and puffs out his chest,
trying to impress her. My beast wants her, but I can’t give him that control
yet. I need to know she’s strong enough. I can’t speak to her in this state. If
I do, then she will know how much I’m holding myself back. My cock is
throbbing, desperate to be deep inside her. I want to fill her until she can’t
be without me. I want her to breathe for me. When I accept her peace, I
give up control of everything else. The beast could spring.