You know how I love my mafia stories, but I do like mixing them up a little. What would happen if there is a powerful group of families living in the Hamptons, their wealth and influence controlling many of the top politicians and corporate moguls? What if they live by a code, a Sacred Sect where female babies born within the group are given a special box? And what if that box contains wealth beyond imagination or… Well, you’ll just have to read to find out.
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I didn’t ask her to marry me. It wasn’t up to her. She has always been mine.
Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner my bride learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place.
But it isn’t the sting of my belt that will truly tame her. It is what follows that will leave her in no doubt she belongs to me. That part will be long, hard, and shameful… and she will beg for it.
A powerful Council. Five men dedicated to keeping a tradition over a century old. Five men prepared to do what it took to harbor secrets. They held absolute control over dozens of industries, with the ability to destroy anyone who refused to play by their rules.
Only their firstborn sons were allowed to take their place.
The majority of people went through life never experiencing the concept.
They never feared for their lives or those of their loved ones.
Danger was something seen on the media, tragedies happening to others.
They believed they were safe from the treachery of ruthless monsters.
But they were wrong…
The Sacred Sect will always be watching.
They were all rolled into one, bitter emotions furrowing in my stomach. A threat. All these years she’d thought I’d threatened her. I’d been nothing but a dark and demanding young man with a desire for power, my obsessive needs unfolding on that very day. Maybe I had issued more of a warning than anything. She’d seemed so innocent, so damn frail. I’d seen her through the years, had known she looked up to me more than any of the other growing boys within the community.
Maybe my words had been my last effort at holding onto the goodness in my heart, as well as her life. Perhaps I’d been trying to save both.
I snickered at the thought as I entered my office, finding Stephanie standing in all her glory, her body language tense. She hated me. There was no way around her true feelings, even if yearning was captured in her expression and those dazzling eyes of hers.
What I was beginning to understand was our marriage had been intended to bring our families together.
I studied Stephanie’s facial features, her emerald eyes mere pools of darkness as she glared at me. I’d barely managed to keep my hands off her through all the bullshit surrounding the wedding, but certain pomp and circumstances were required. Now I had her all to myself, if only for a few minutes.
She stood her ground as I walked closer. There was no fear in her expression. In fact, I gathered a sense of desire burning within her. I’d felt the crackling electricity at the church, the rapid thudding of her pulse. I wanted her hot and wet, craving my cock. I shifted as my balls tightened once again, the longing difficult to contain. She remained quiet, studying me more out of curiosity than anything else.
Perhaps drawing her own line in the sand.
Her insubordinate nature only made me want her that much more.
I crowded her space, drinking in the exotic essence of her perfume. When I lifted my hand, only then did she make a single sound, a slight moan pushing past her lips. I used the tip of my index finger to slide a stray strand of hair from her cheek, the tip imbedded in her glossy lipstick.
She remained stiff as I eased the hair behind her ear, taking my time to tangle my fingers in her long strands. “You’re frightened of me,” I said quietly.
“No, Christian. I’m not frightened of anyone.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Every part of me was tingling as I swept my fingertips down the length of her arm, delighting in the warm flush creeping along her jaw. “I will admit, you are incredibly beautiful.”
“And you’re nothing but a monster.”
The comment was meant to catch me off guard. Instead, it drove me to yet another level of need as well as fueling my obsession. I slid my hand around her throat, pulling her forward, my fingers digging into her skin. “Maybe I am, but this monster is the one who owns you.”
“That will never mean anything to me. Never.” Her words were frank, cold but her body betrayed her.
“I can smell your desire, Stephanie. I can tell how much you hunger for my touch. My cock. My domination. One day you will submit to me willingly, but I have no problem taking you when and how I want.”
She laughed even though the sound was stilted. “Willingly? That will never happen. You are trulya bastard.”
I lowered my head until our lips were mere centimeters apart, taking several deep breaths as I controlled the internal beast ready to consume her right here, in the middle of my office. “We shall see about that; however, I will not allow you to speak to me that way. You will be respectful at all times.”
“Or punishment will be swift and harsh.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded.
“Your husband.” I crushed my lips over hers, my hunger raging off the charts. I’d never felt so connected to anyone, the effect leaving my mind buzzing and my heart racing. I could almost taste the shame on her lips, so reluctant to yield to me.
She’d become such an amazing woman, no longer the sickly girl who’d taken my breath away even then.
She slapped her hands against my chest, pushing hard in an effort to get away. She should already know better. I would never let her go.
I slid my other arm around her waist, pulling her onto her tiptoes as I thrust my tongue past her lips. The taste of her was exactly what I needed, fulfilling at least a portion of my desire, enough to keep my thirst quenched until the stifling guests were forced to leave.
Even if my cock was aching like a son of a bitch.
She clung to me with one hand, still using the other to push hard, trying desperately to break the connection, but there was such heat building between us, igniting a passion that was blinding in its intensity.
I became like a crazed man, ready to feast on her sweet pussy, shoving my cock into every hole. I wanted her on her knees sucking my balls. I craved her riding me like a wild stallion and I longed to shove my shaft deep into her tight little asshole. I allowed my hold on her neck to soften, caressing her skin as she trembled in my arms.
Using a single finger, I slid the edge of her dress down her arm as I eased her against my desk. My mind reeled from the thought of bending her over the thick wooden surface, spanking her tight little ass until she cried out my name.
She whimpered into the kiss, still fighting me although she’d parted her legs, as if giving me permission to taste and take.
I planned on doing both.
I broke the kiss, dragging my lips down to her neck as I eased my hand into the bodice of her dress. The feel of her swollen nipple in my fingers was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. I couldn’t help myself, taking the tender bud between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting until she cried out.
Her head was lolled back, her eyelids half closed. Then she reached back, grabbing the edge of the desk with one hand, her breathing ragged.
Sweet music to my ears.
What do you think? Imagine just how powerful Christian truly is…
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I’m going to make her pay. Then I’m going to make her mine.
Willow Church is not the first person who tried to put a bullet in me. She’s just the first I let live. Now she will pay the price in the most shameful way imaginable. The stripes from my belt will teach her to obey, but what happens to her sore, red bottom after that will teach the real lesson.
She will be used mercilessly, over and over, and every brutal climax will remind her of the humiliating truth: she never even had a chance against me. Her body always knew its master.