Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
Until him.
My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
I take a fistful of her hair and pull her closer, wanting to lick every inch of her mouth. Her taste is intoxicating and makes me want to do sinful things to her body. My cock is already painfully hard, nudging against my pants, practically begging to be taken out and played with.
I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on her. It’s so fucking bad, but I can’t get enough of the way she looks at me with those innocent eyes. She’s a vixen, and she knows it. She spins us all around her little finger, and I love it.
Marcus stands behind her, grabbing her waist, only to push her closer to me. He kisses her shoulder, neck, and back as I kiss her. Between us, she smolders with heat and desire that’s impossible to ignore.
I let my hands roam freely over her body, squeezing her tits and tugging her nipples until she squirms and moans into my mouth. I smile against her lips and continue to kiss her, knowing that my touch drives her crazy. I know how to please a woman. I’ve been taught for so long, I could never forget.
But fuck me, is this something else.
We’re kissing her both, sandwiching her between us like some sex-crazed cavemen.
“Show her how much you want her,” Marcus growls, setting his teeth into her skin.
She gasps as he leaves a gentle bite mark, and I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, then nibble a little, setting her skin on fire.
She moans out loud, and I return to her face to capture the sound.
“Yes, make those sounds, Ava. Show us how much you want us too,” Marcus growls.
He slides his hand between her legs as I kiss her, and I can tell from the way she’s panting into my mouth that he’s flicking her clit so hard she could come right there and then. God, I’d do it just for that look of pure pleasure on her face. It’s magnificent. Something to behold. Something special I can’t place, but I feel it deep down in my heart. I need this woman. Right now.
However, I don’t get the chance to make a move because Marcus just grabbed a bottle of lube and positioned himself behind her, squirting it all over her and himself. He parts her legs, grabbed his cock, and shoved it up her ass.
She mewls out loud, her head tipping back as he grips her hair. I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss her neck, toying with her nipples as he pounds her ass again and again. Her eyes connect with mine, desperation and need seeping through until I feel nothing but the desire to satisfy her every craving. So I keep kissing her over and over until she can barely breathe.
I watch him bring his fingers back to her pussy, flicking her clit as he fucks her in the ass.
“You’re so wet, Ava. Is it because you’re kissing him?” he whispers. “Or is it because I’m fucking your tight ass?”
“Yes,” she moans, and her admission only makes me harder. “Both.”
“I bet you’d like to come all over my hand, don’t you?”
His dirty talking even has me shivering as I kiss her lips.
“Oh, God, yes,” she says, shuddering.
“Daniel wants you too, Ava … He wants to fuck your pretty little mouth while I claim your ass …”
“Yes … both of you.”
“Both of us at the same time, fucking your holes until you can no longer stand,” he groans.
She gasps. “Yes.”
Fuck me.
I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, but apparently, it could.
It’s about to burst out of my pants, so I throw all my restraint out the window and tear down my pants, allowing my cock to spring free from its constraints.
And good God … the way she looks down at it, blinking rapidly, licking the top of her lips … it makes me want to bend her over and fuck her next.
“See how hard he is for you? It’s all for you, Ava.”
“But Master …” She swallows, gazing at my length and then back up at my eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Ava … you both belong to me.” His eyes glint with thirst as he licks her skin like an animal. “Now … Bend over.”
Sexy young couple of naked man with strong muscular beautiful wet body and pretty slim tan girl in jeans shorts embracing standing close to each other, vertical picture
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
Until him.
My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
I take a fistful of her hair and pull her closer, wanting to lick every inch of her mouth. Her taste is intoxicating and makes me want to do sinful things to her body. My cock is already painfully hard, nudging against my pants, practically begging to be taken out and played with.
I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on her. It’s so fucking bad, but I can’t get enough of the way she looks at me with those innocent eyes. She’s a vixen, and she knows it. She spins us all around her little finger, and I love it.
Marcus stands behind her, grabbing her waist, only to push her closer to me. He kisses her shoulder, neck, and back as I kiss her. Between us, she smolders with heat and desire that’s impossible to ignore.
I let my hands roam freely over her body, squeezing her tits and tugging her nipples until she squirms and moans into my mouth. I smile against her lips and continue to kiss her, knowing that my touch drives her crazy. I know how to please a woman. I’ve been taught for so long, I could never forget.
But fuck me, is this something else.
We’re kissing her both, sandwiching her between us like some sex-crazed cavemen.
“Show her how much you want her,” Marcus growls, setting his teeth into her skin.
She gasps as he leaves a gentle bite mark, and I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, then nibble a little, setting her skin on fire.
She moans out loud, and I return to her face to capture the sound.
“Yes, make those sounds, Ava. Show us how much you want us too,” Marcus growls.
He slides his hand between her legs as I kiss her, and I can tell from the way she’s panting into my mouth that he’s flicking her clit so hard she could come right there and then. God, I’d do it just for that look of pure pleasure on her face. It’s magnificent. Something to behold. Something special I can’t place, but I feel it deep down in my heart. I need this woman. Right now.
However, I don’t get the chance to make a move because Marcus just grabbed a bottle of lube and positioned himself behind her, squirting it all over her and himself. He parts her legs, grabbed his cock, and shoved it up her ass.
She mewls out loud, her head tipping back as he grips her hair. I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss her neck, toying with her nipples as he pounds her ass again and again. Her eyes connect with mine, desperation and need seeping through until I feel nothing but the desire to satisfy her every craving. So I keep kissing her over and over until she can barely breathe.
I watch him bring his fingers back to her pussy, flicking her clit as he fucks her in the ass.
“You’re so wet, Ava. Is it because you’re kissing him?” he whispers. “Or is it because I’m fucking your tight ass?”
“Yes,” she moans, and her admission only makes me harder. “Both.”
“I bet you’d like to come all over my hand, don’t you?”
His dirty talking even has me shivering as I kiss her lips.
“Oh, God, yes,” she says, shuddering.
“Daniel wants you too, Ava … He wants to fuck your pretty little mouth while I claim your ass …”
“Yes … both of you.”
“Both of us at the same time, fucking your holes until you can no longer stand,” he groans.
She gasps. “Yes.”
Fuck me.
I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, but apparently, it could.
It’s about to burst out of my pants, so I throw all my restraint out the window and tear down my pants, allowing my cock to spring free from its constraints.
And good God … the way she looks down at it, blinking rapidly, licking the top of her lips … it makes me want to bend her over and fuck her next.
“See how hard he is for you? It’s all for you, Ava.”
“But Master …” She swallows, gazing at my length and then back up at my eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Ava … you both belong to me.” His eyes glint with thirst as he licks her skin like an animal. “Now … Bend over.”
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
Until him.
My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
“You have no idea how much I’ve already sinned,” he whispers against my skin. “But I will claim what’s mine now.”
He proceeds to kiss my collarbone and neck, leaving delicious red marks everywhere, marking me as his. Finally, he stakes his claim. Finally, I can give something truly needed to my Master. And even though I barely know who he is, I know the very basic animalistic needs must always be met. And I am willing. Able. Needy for a Master who will make me feel like I’m in the right place: by his side, as an obedient servant.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his tongue circling my nipple. “So innocent. So perfectly submissive. You’ll be my undoing.”
I don’t know what he means with that last word, and why he thinks I will be his undoing, but I will do my best to be whatever he desires … Because that’s my reason for existing in this world.
It’s why I want him to take me. Because it gives me a purpose. There is a meaning to my life if I can give it to another.
“Do you still believe I am mad at you?” he asks.
“No, Master.”
“Good, because I want to show you how much I need you, even though I don’t deserve you. I want you to know how important you are.”
He leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my pussy until he reaches my clit, making me gasp.
“Your pleasure is just as important as mine,” he murmurs, licking me.
I mewl with excitement, unable to keep the sounds at bay as he kisses me there.
He nudges my legs apart and I comply willingly, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m feeling.
“Have you ever been licked before?” he asks.
“No, not as soft as you are doing it, Master.”
He circles my clit and expertly rolls around his tongue between my slit, making me quake on my feet.
“Hmm … so no one has ever made you come this way?”
“No, Master.”
He looks up at me from under his lashes, a hint of arousal in his eyes, and he whispers, “There’s a first for everything.”
“I am yours to do with what you please, Master,” I say, my whole body liquefying from the way he looks at me. Possessive. Greedy.
“This isn’t for me, Ava. This is for you. I want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and he dives straight back in.
He … he wants to make me feel good?
Oh god. I’ve never heard that before. It brings tears to my eyes.
They quickly evaporate as he licks me more vehemently, teasing me with his tongue. Energy builds up as I struggle to breathe and stay standing, but his grip is firm as he holds me in place. I can feel the heat rising throughout my body, my nipples tightening from the tension that’s building inside me. I don’t recognize this feeling that I experience, the growing lust pooling between my legs.“You taste so good …” He groans and shoves his tongue up my pussy, making me gasp for air. “Spread your legs.”
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Avery Spillane-Leahy the daughter of two killers, the criminal prodigy of the biggest kingpin in modern time. She is flawless, but only on the outside.
Loss, love and lust can crack even the toughest diamonds.
Inside she is a gaping hole, nothing that gets close is safe from her ruthless blade. She cares for no one, so that no one can wound her. She learned from what Rowan and Callum lost and became an empty vessel unable to be harmed by emotion.
One scorned brother, an old flame and an angel of death dare to come into her world. They will all leave again, some of them in coffins, but they will all go.
The question is what will be left of her?
When the Colours fade and the Grey Madness is gone she is left all alone, a Black Hole Heart with nothing left to lose.
“The root of all suffering is attachment.” ~Buddah
I am a killer. I have been since I was fifteen. My young girl hands curled around the handle of a knife as I filleted a man, his screams are etched into my mind forever. Sticky blood coated my fingers with every slice I made through his flesh. I knew long before that what life had in wait for me, so I never tried to change it. I was born a killer. I didn’t choose it, it chose me. I have a black hole heart that beats nothing but the blood of others.
The saying goes – it takes a village to raise a child. My village was not pretty, they are dark dangerous and deadly. My father Rowan is an assassin. My mother was a murderer too. Both were born from murderous fathers. The other people in the village that raised me are just as bad. Callum, my uncle of sorts, is the kingpin of a criminal empire. He sells drugs, diamonds, weapons, people and death. There are others, none of them are anything other than evil. I am the heir to my father’s murder mill, to Callum’s empire and to this black hole heart that is filled with emptiness. My village is fucked up.
As a result, so am I. Nurture versus nature. My nature is screaming out for something else. I was nurtured to be a killing machine, the queen of a villainous empire and a ghost without a heart. I was nurtured into a beautiful monster, the Hummingbird. Now there’s a fracture in my nature and I don’t know what to do with it. I’m feeling things I have no right to feel.
A dark tale of love, pain and ultimately sacrifice.
Rowan was born to be a murderer, trained to do nothing but kill he spends his days hidden in plain sight waiting for the next life he gets to snuff out.
When the name that crosses his desk of death is one that he cannot possibly kill he makes a decision that will alter the course of both their lives forever.
Lauri has been dying at the hand of her husband for eight long years, his lust for revenge and need for her suffering have finally ended he wants her dead. Her body is broken, scarred and ugly, but it’s her heart and mind that are beyond repair.
When she wakes up dead her whole world changes and she can finally begin living.
Will Rowan colour the ugly out of her life and can she do the same for him? Some people are simply not good but they can be good for each other.
“If you love something, kill it. Before it kills you.”
I am a villain, a monster and am here with a plan to execute. She is not part of my plan. She is poison and she is going to kill me.
I will let her, because my broken black heart beats with love for her. ~ Callum
Death follows me like a shadow creeping silently after me, tethered to my blackened soul. I am cursed to carry it with me everywhere I go. It is never far away from me, and I am perfectly happy with that. The dark shadow of death keeps me alive in this rotten fucking world.
Light through the grey shadow changes everything. It changes me.
He took my madness and broke me. I am going to kill him. ~ Shannon
Are you ready to love and let die with Callum and Shannon?
For Lucas Kent, his new prisoner is a maddening contradiction: compliant yet defiant, fragile yet strong. He needs to uncover her secrets, but doing so may ruin everything.
His obsession could destroy her.
She’s determined to escape.
For Yulia Tzakova, her captor is the man of both her dreams and her nightmares: tender one moment, cruel the next. She can’t let him crack her, but resisting him may leave her broken.
A moment of weakness could cost her everything.
NOTE: Bind Me is book 2 of 4 in Lucas & Yulia’s story, and it ends on a cliffhanger. It’s a novel of approximately 51,000 words (~250 print pages).
Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all.
One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end.
Instead, it’s just the beginning.
He wants her from the first moment he sees her.
Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again.
Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth.
She betrayed him.
Now she will pay.
NOTE: Capture Me is the first book about Lucas & Yulia and has a cliffhanger-ish ending. It’s a long novella/short novel of approximately 45,000 words (about 200 pages) and is a spin-off from the Twist Me trilogy. It’s not necessary to have read that trilogy to enjoy Capture Me, but the book does contain major spoilers for books 2 and 3 of Twist Me.
About the Author
Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.
After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.
Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.
In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.
She loves hearing from her readers, so please don’t hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, atwww.dimazales.comand check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
Avery Spillane-Leahy the daughter of two killers, the criminal prodigy of the biggest kingpin in modern time. She is flawless, but only on the outside.
Loss, love and lust can crack even the toughest diamonds.
Inside she is a gaping hole, nothing that gets close is safe from her ruthless blade. She cares for no one, so that no one can wound her. She learned from what Rowan and Callum lost and became an empty vessel unable to be harmed by emotion.
One scorned brother, an old flame and an angel of death dare to come into her world. They will all leave again, some of them in coffins, but they will all go.
The question is what will be left of her?
When the Colours fade and the Grey Madness is gone she is left all alone, a Black Hole Heart with nothing left to lose.
“The root of all suffering is attachment.” ~Buddah
A dark tale of love, pain and ultimately sacrifice.
Rowan was born to be a murderer, trained to do nothing but kill he spends his days hidden in plain sight waiting for the next life he gets to snuff out.
When the name that crosses his desk of death is one that he cannot possibly kill he makes a decision that will alter the course of both their lives forever.
Lauri has been dying at the hand of her husband for eight long years, his lust for revenge and need for her suffering have finally ended he wants her dead. Her body is broken, scarred and ugly, but it’s her heart and mind that are beyond repair.
When she wakes up dead her whole world changes and she can finally begin living.
Will Rowan colour the ugly out of her life and can she do the same for him? Some people are simply not good but they can be good for each other.
“If you love something, kill it. Before it kills you.”
I am a villain, a monster and am here with a plan to execute. She is not part of my plan. She is poison and she is going to kill me.
I will let her, because my broken black heart beats with love for her. ~ Callum
Death follows me like a shadow creeping silently after me, tethered to my blackened soul. I am cursed to carry it with me everywhere I go. It is never far away from me, and I am perfectly happy with that. The dark shadow of death keeps me alive in this rotten fucking world.
Light through the grey shadow changes everything. It changes me.
He took my madness and broke me. I am going to kill him. ~ Shannon
Are you ready to love and let die with Callum and Shannon?
Authors Note and WARNING: Monster is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable.
Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.
Every part of my body throbs with an aching pain. It hurts so much that I can’t sleep. I don’t dare put on any of the clothes Master and Mistress Ryland brought earlier in the evening, it will hurt my raw skin too much.
Sophia managed to put on a light dress. She’s currently sitting on the side of the bed, staring at me. She tilts her head, thinking hard on something.
Growing up with Sophia, I know everything about her. I know she’s lost much more of herself over the years than I have, and that’s saying a lot, seeing as there’s nothing left of me.
I wait, knowing she’s about to speak her mind.
She brings her feet up onto the mattress and folds her arms around her shins, resting her chin on her knees. She keeps her eyes on something outside the window, when she says, “It feels different here. Master and Mistress Ryland seem nice.” She looks at me and smiles. I don’t know how she manages to smile. I just want to die! “I think we’ll be happy here.”
I turn my back to her and grumble, “In order to be happy I actually have to care about life.” I’m done caring. I cared about David and those feeling were used to control me. Caring for someone only makes you vulnerable. I’ll never place myself in such a position again.
I hear someone come into the room and I don’t even bother to see who it is. Something is placed on the table between the two beds and then a soft voice says, “What’s this I hear of you wasting my soup, Son.”
I glance over my shoulder, but the movement only causes me pain. I watch as an elderly lady pulls a chair closer to the bed I’m on.
“My mama always said; waste not, want not,” she goes on talking. Her eyes are a vibrant blue and her hair grey with a purple tinge to it. “Now I’ve brought you another bowl of soup and you’ll eat every last drop. I’ve also brought you some pills for the pain.”
The painkillers get my attention. I struggle into a sitting position, my eyes never leaving the woman. Trust no one and expect anything.
“I’m Miss Ella and that’s what you’ll call me. Don’t even try to call me Miss E, I’m nobody’s missy. My mama gave me the name Ella and I expect you to use it.” She scoops a bit of soup up and then blows on the broth before she brings it to my lips. The action reminds me of Momma. She used to do that too, so I wouldn’t burn my mouth.
I take a few bites before Miss Ella asks, “What’s your name, Son?”
I don’t answer her. I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to get friendly with anyone.
Sophia clears her throat, “His name is Jack.”
Miss Ella smiles at Sophia. “Thank you, dear, and you are?”
“I’m Sophia.”
Miss Ella feeds me until the bowl is empty and my stomach full. I want to cry with relief when she places the painkillers in my mouth. I quickly swallow them down with some water.
“My room is the one right by the stairs. If the pain gets to be too much come wake me.” She gathers the dishes and then gives me and Sophia each a pointed look. “You need to eat all your food so your bodies can heal. There’s a lot of work to be done. Everyone works here to earn their keep.” An icy ripple spreads down my spine. Miss Ella looks at Sophia. “As soon as you’re up to it you can help me in the kitchen.” And then she looks at me. “River says you’ve been born with a green thumb. That’s a good thing because no one around here likes to garden, and I’m too old to be playing with flowers. We can do with some color around here, so as soon as you’re better you can fix the gardens up nicely.”
She looks pleased with herself. “Now get a good night’s rest and I’ll see you in the morning.”
I can go on gardening here? Miss Ella said nothing about sex. Come to think of it neither did Mistress and Master Ryland. That doesn’t mean anything! As soon as we’re better they’ll put us to work. After all, Miss Ella said we have to earn our keep.
About Michelle Hort
Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old and is from South Africa.
She’s been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for all things books, but she has an ultimate soft spot for nature and animals.
She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey.
One filled with joy. One filled with passion and heart stopping moments.
But most of all, it’s filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is nothing as satisfying as that.
Thank you for each and every story you share with me.
This book contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse.
On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.
Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town’s abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.
:::Excerpt:::
Silence focused her mind, bringing the erratic race of her pulse back into her control. Again. She was finally there. In The Hallower. She didn’t permit herself to look about but her peripheral said she’d been wrong about the most holy chamber. The torture devices and horrific tools she’d imagined hanging from the ceiling and walls did not exist.
Six years. She could hardly believe it had passed. Six years as ‘Silence’ ended today. No, six years of silent Contemplation ended today. But it really didn’t end. There would never be a time when she didn’t contemplate what came next. And what would her new name be? She never permitted herself the blasphemy of trying to guess. Today she’d know.
She carefully slid her gaze to the single entrance leading in. A small door made of thick slats of wood, held together by decorative black metal. The entire room was black—walls, ceilings, floor—all a rough stone painted a shiny looking onyx. And empty. Except for the single slab of granite in the shape of a hobbit table where she sat in her ceremonial graduation gown. It reminded her of a wedding dress.
Would Master be the one to usher in the final phase? Her stomach clenched in excitement and she immediately calmed the fleshly rebellion. She secretly hoped he did. She’d never met the Order’s Queen but once, and even then Silence was not permitted to look upon her as an unlearned runt.
Silence was used to Master’s ways, even though all feared him. The Dark Legend of their Order had trained her personally in the most Holy arts of pain and fear. Any fear borne outside of her Master’s care was destructive—that was one of her first lessons. There were good fears and bad. The bad fears were counterproductive to the Order, the good fears protected it. And Holy Fear with pain were gifts she received directly from her Master’s hands. And only her complete submission provided the divine covering required to fulfill her role as the Queen’s chosen Redemptrix.
Her calm insides jolted at the clang of the outer door leading to The Hallower. She faced straight ahead in deferring obedience, eyes cast to the floor. The Hallower door opened next and her peripheral said the entirely nude form was indeed Master. She let out a silent breath of relief.
He shut the door. One metal bolt clanked… then another… then another. Her heart hammered in her ears despite her steady breaths. It was always this way. No matter how practiced she was with Master’s training, her body knew. Muscle memory always braced for sure impact of some sort.
“Sweet Silence,” he said when he stood before her.
She stared at his hardened phallus, leaning to place the customary kiss on the butterfly tattoo wrapping its length. He stopped her with a pointer finger on her forehead.
“Not this time.”
Again Silence braced, mostly in confusion. She didn’t remember a single time when he didn’t require the Butterfly Kiss. She still remembered the day he had the vision to get the tattoo. The butterfly on the phallus symbolized that the lost would be ushered to heaven’s door by the seed of Master. During her Silent Contemplation she’d marveled over his interpretation, glad that he seemed to be getting some of her gifts.
She hoped he got all of them.
“You look beautiful in your graduation gown, Silence.” He stroked that same finger along her face, beginning with her temple. Her mind flashed with past disciplines he’d put her through. There was no part of her body he’d not trained in some way, for some sacred reason.
“Thank you, Master.”
She listened closely to his unsteady breaths, thick with the scent of fermented juice. “Are you nervous?”
“No, Master.”
The several grunts followed by strained groans told her he was having divine revelations. “Six years of Silence to usher in the final phase.” The withered words came with the glide of his finger over her lips, lingering long enough for her to know what he wanted. But when she parted her lips to suck, he drew it away, bringing another surprise. “Are you ready, little one?”
“Yes, Master.” The bad fears made her breaths shallow as she struggled with old flight or fight instincts.
Why wouldn’t he let her suck it? It was always the not knowing parts that got her, it always was. What he would do each time. He liked surprising her. It had become an unspoken duel between them—her to anticipate, and him to be unpredictable.
A gasp escaped her as she fumbled with the reigns on her control. Master was the one person she would always fear. She was supposed to fear him and only him. Fearing him was allowed, it was good, it was expected, demanded.
Think of the Hallowing Ceremony. Graduating to the next phase. Six years of silence is over.
Sudden terror hit her as she remembered. The dream. The vision for her new name. There had been none.
“So much fear, little one.’His voice croaked with disappointment as he tilted her face up with that same finger, now under her chin. “I am sure you’re eager for your new name.” He began a slow trek to the right of her, his finger gliding off as he went. Silence refused to allow her gaze to stray from straight before her. He’d had the dream? The vision? “I too, am ready to hear it.”
He’d not. Terror raced back in and she swallowed at what this might mean. “There was none.” Her voice rang out with a strength despite the quiver in her gut.
His deep low chuckle behind her, tickled along her spine. “I know,” he whispered, his mouth suddenly at her ear. “Because I was given the dream this time.”
The beat of her heart became a wallop in her chest. Breathe, Silence.
“I’m sure you’re eager to know it?” he said lightly, slowly coming back around on her left now.
“I am excited to learn it.”
“And I’m excited to tell you.” He came to stand exactly before her again. Silence gripped her dress in tight fists as he placed his hands on either side of her head. He pulled her to his phallus, moving his hips side to side lightly. She waited for his direction, knowing not to engage until he communicated firmly. “I had a vision of your new name, little one. A vision of a hand writing on the wall next to my bed.” The tip of his penis stroked errantly over her cheek and lips, meandering and without purpose. “Do you know what it said, sweet angel?”
She shook her head only barely. “No, Master.”
*****ABUSIVE PART BELOW*****
His fingers suddenly bit down in her hair, pulling harder than he’d ever done before. She fought to look him in the eyes the way he always insisted when milking for his essence. But he shoved so far in so quickly and she hadn’t had time to relax her throat, already it burned and hurt. “Talk to me Silence. One last time before you leave,” he growled, grabbing the hair on top of her head while he pinched her nose shut. “Tell Master how much you will miss him. How you will never forget him. How you will only think of him,” he hissed, pounding his penis harder against her throat.
Silence struggled to give him what he wanted, but her body refused, it always did.
“Tell me!” he ordered between grunts and thick groans.
She tried again. She tried so hard.
His fist shot down and slammed into her forehead. A familiar numb buzzing filled her skull and ears. “Tell me Silence, tell me how much you’ll miss me while you fuck our sacrifice!”
She did it in her mind. She screamed until she had no more breath. She screamed as loud and hard as she could, like he wanted her to, but it came as silence. Something had broken inside her years ago. She couldn’t remember the exact day, she just knew it had. She could no longer scream. It was as though she’d forgotten how or lost the ability. No matter how much he beat her or hurt her body, her mind disconnected from everything and she couldn’t. She could feel the pain but she was trapped in silence. Just like her name.
I F**K. That’s all I do, all I’m good for. People pay thousands just to have a taste of me. It’s the only life I’ve ever known. …until her.
River
I work. That’s all I do, it’s my safe zone. I get paid well because I’m good at my job. It’s the only place I feel in control. …until him.
Authors Note and WARNING: Monster is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable. Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.
About the Author
Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old and is from South Africa.
She’s been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for all things books, but she has an ultimate soft spot for nature and animals.
She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey.
One filled with joy. One filled with passion and heart stopping moments.
But most of all, it’s filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is nothing as satisfying as that.
Thank you for each and every story you share with me.
A new dark romance series from the New York Times bestselling author of Twist Me
She fears him from the first moment she sees him.
Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all.
One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end.
Instead, it’s just the beginning.
He wants her from the first moment he sees her.
Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again.
Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth.
She betrayed him.
Now she will pay.
NOTE: Capture Me is the first book about Lucas & Yulia and has a cliffhanger-ish ending. It’s a long novella/short novel of approximately 45,000 words (about 200 pages) and is a spin-off from the Twist Me trilogy. It’s not necessary to have read that trilogy to enjoy Capture Me, but the book does contain major spoilers for books 2 and 3 of Twist Me.
Author’s Note: This is from Yulia’s POV. For those of you familiar with the Twist Me series, this scene takes place in Moscow, when Lucas & Julian were there to meet with the Russian officials.
He steps into my apartment as soon as the door swings open. No hesitation, no greeting—he just comes in.
Startled, I step back, the short, narrow hallway suddenly stiflingly small. I’d somehow forgotten how big he is, how broad his shoulders are. I’m tall for a woman—tall enough to fake being a model if an assignment calls for it—but he towers a full head above me. With the heavy down jacket he’s wearing, he takes up almost the entire hallway.
Still not saying a word, he closes the door behind him and advances toward me. Instinctively, I back away, feeling like cornered prey.
“Hello, Yulia,” he murmurs, stopping when we’re out of the hallway. His pale gaze is locked on my face. “I wasn’t expecting to see you like this.”
I swallow, my pulse racing. “I just took a bath.” I want to seem calm and confident, but he’s got me completely off-balance. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”
“No, I can see that.” A faint smile appears on his lips, softening the hard line of his mouth. “Yet you let me in. Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to continue talking through the door.” I take a steadying breath. “Can I offer you some tea?” It’s a stupid thing to say, given what he’s here for, but I need a few moments to compose myself.
He raises his eyebrows. “Tea? No, thanks.”
“Then can I take your jacket?” I can’t seem to stop playing the hostess, using politeness to cover my anxiety. “It looks quite warm.”
Amusement flickers in his wintry gaze. “Sure.” He takes off his down jacket and hands it to me. He’s left wearing a black sweater and dark jeans tucked into black winter boots. The jeans hug his legs, revealing muscular thighs and powerful calves, and on his belt, I see a gun sitting in a holster.
Irrationally, my breathing quickens at the sight, and it takes a concerted effort to keep my hands from shaking as I take the jacket and walk over to hang it in my tiny closet. It’s not a surprise that he’s armed—it would be a shock if he wasn’t—but the gun is a stark reminder of who Lucas Kent is.
What he is.
It’s no big deal, I tell myself, trying to calm my frayed nerves. I’m used to dangerous men. I was raised among them. This man is not that different. I’ll sleep with him, get whatever information I can, and then he’ll be out of my life.
Yes, that’s it. The sooner I can get it done, the sooner all of this will be over.
Closing the closet door, I paste a practiced smile on my face and turn back to face him, finally ready to resume the role of confident seductress.
Except he’s already next to me, having crossed the room without making a sound.
My pulse jumps again, my newfound composure fleeing. He’s close enough that I can see the gray striations in his pale blue eyes, close enough that he can touch me.
And a second later, he does touch me.
Lifting his hand, he runs the back of his knuckles over my jaw.
I stare up at him, confused by my body’s instant response. My skin warms and my nipples tighten, my breath coming faster. It doesn’t make sense for this hard, ruthless stranger to turn me on. His boss is more handsome, more striking, yet it’s Kent my body’s reacting to. All he’s touched thus far is my face. It should be nothing, yet it’s intimate somehow.
Intimate and disturbing.
I swallow again. “Mr. Kent—Lucas—are you sure I can’t offer you something to drink? Maybe some coffee or—” My words end in a breathless gasp as he reaches for the tie of my robe and tugs on it, as casually as one would unwrap a package.
“No.” He watches as the robe falls open, revealing my naked body underneath. “No coffee.”
About the Author
Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.
After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.
Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.
In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.
She loves hearing from her readers, so please don’t hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, atwww.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
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