MADE TO BEG

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MADE TO BEG

Sierra

Blood.

A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.

A dangerous man.

A ruthless monster.

A heartless criminal.

I stood in front of the man I’d sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no madetobeg_fullregard for life. Yet I’d known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.

But him.

Dominating.

Sexy.

Possessive.

The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I’d lost a portion of my mind.

“Bitch!” the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. “I. Will. Find. You.”He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.

The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now, I stood in the house of a man I didn’t really know, other than the brutal stories I’d heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.

And memories of a dark fantasy I’d succumbed to.

He was just as handsome as he’d been all those years ago, even more debonair than I’d remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.

Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.

And he’d once been my lover.

“Sierra,” Lorenzo said in a low-slung voice, his eyes opening wide. “My God. What the fuck happened to you?”

I didn’t even remember placing the glass on the table, but I wasn’t certain I had to strength to pick it up again and God, I needed the damn bourbon. What was happening to me? I wrung my hands, staring at the blood on the towel, another round of horror wrapping its bony fingers around my neck. How in the hell had I gotten myself in this predicament? I shivered to my very core, my heart racing to the point the sound of the beats echoed in my ear. I hadn’t intended on coming here but the moment I was in the cab, Lorenzo’s address was the only thing I’d been able to remember or say.

I was dirty, filthy and disgusted with myself, so cold that I could barely breathe. I darted a look in his direction, finding it entirely too weird that I found him so attractive at this moment. By all rights, I should fear him as much as the monstrous asshole I’d come across. I’d been chasing a story for almost six months, a series of horrific crimes I’d been able to link to one man. I’d just needed a last confirmation and nothing more, instead stumbling onto a murder scene. Not murder. Slaughter. And I’d frozen. A weak and helpless girl.

I’d known I was in over my head, but my adrenaline and drive refused to be denied. The informant I’d talked to had promised me a story of a lifetime. My fucking fifteen minutes of desired fame had almost cost me my life.

No, it likely would cost me my life unless a gangster agreed to help me. I didn’t want to die but I also knew the chance I was taking in accepting any assistance from Lorenzo. Favors he didn’t do. He merely took what he wanted.

Just like he had four years before.

Fucking me.

Spanking me.

Using me.

Oh, God. Oh, God. What was I doing here?

I looked down, trying to find the courage to even speak. I’d never been weak, had always been the girl to take chances, enjoying and savoring adventures. I was a black belt in karate, had a concealed weapons permit. Where the hell was my gun now? Taken. God, it had been taken from me. I was like some sniveling little girl unable to find her voice.

Lorenzo sighed and walked to the couch, keeping his distance yet sitting beside me. “Whatever happened tonight, you can tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but you gotta open your mouth, doll. There isn’t another way.”

I could only nod like some bobblehead doll.

He picked up my glass, gently tugging one of my hands from the cloth and positioning the tumbler so I could wrap my fingers around the thick crystal. When I didn’t move, he lifted my arm for me, pushing the rim to my lips. “Take a few sips so you can calm down.”

I obeyed him just like I’d done before, licking drops of liquor before taking a few tentative sips. Then gulps.

Lorenzo muttered under his breath as he eased the bloody rag to the table. “Okay, that’s enough.” He forced the glass away from my mouth and out of the corner of my eye I noticed him shaking his head. “Sierra, what the fuck happened?”

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five. Six.

I counted all the way to ten before I was able to answer. “I witnessed a horrific murder.”

He issued another deep sigh. “If you only witnessed it then why are you covered in blood?”

“Because…” I started, shaking even more. After a few additional seconds, I was able to look into his eyes. “Because I was right there when he issued the killing blows, savagely plunging the knife over and over again into the guy. The poor boy was screaming, begging for my help. I tried. I really tried to help him, but I couldn’t. I just….” I gasped for air, unable to finish the sentence. I could still hear the monster’s laugh as he chased me, only I knew he had no intention of killing me then.

He would wait.

He would hunt.

And he would capture me.

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Piper

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When Revenge is Involved…

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Havana, Cuba

Revenge.

I’d been called soulless, among other things, my penchant for the taste of blood almost as powerful as my hunger for passion. However, the only thing on my mind at this moment was snuffing out an inconsequential fool. I took a deep breath, attempting to restore my calm resolve.

I’d killed a man. While the act wasn’t something I engaged in often, the fact I had blood claimedasrevenge_fullon my hands, a stain that would never go away, wasn’t far from my mind. And the man I’d spent the last three hours with was the reason.

Music, the soul and breath of life. While I enjoyed music in the background, I’d never been one to follow an artist or give a shit. The duo of piano and cello was exquisite, the notes bold and haunting, intoxication for my ears. I took a deep breath, staring out at the rolling ocean waters, content at least for the moment. Even the scents of native flowers, white ginger and jasmine, were a powerful aphrodisiac.

If I were here for anything but business.

I was the kind of man who crushed my enemies, someone to be afraid of. After all, I was filled with darkness, danger surrounding every aspect of my life. No one fucked with me or my family. The Garcias had ruled the South with an iron fist, my father having established our stronghold decades before. Few enemies had the audacity to challenge us, those who did receiving the very wrath of the gods.

In our way.

Brutal.

Heartless.

Cold.

I didn’t mind the concept in the least.

I especially loathed those who thought they could get the better of me, just because I’d yet to take full control. Santiago Rivera was that kind of man.

Pretentious.

Powerful.

Snake.

I’d spent hours learning all about him before boarding a jet to Cuba. I was no fool, realizing that for all the pomp and circumstance, the wealthy entrepreneur and oppressive kingpin was merely biding his time before he fully invaded my family’s territory. That just wasn’t going to happen. Danton had been working with him for a little over two months, allowing a significant amount of money to be funneled into Santiago’s hands.

Tonight, we were playing a game of Russian roulette, only he had no idea that I never lost.

I’d been given carte blanche since my arrival, Santiago ensuring that my every need and desire had been fulfilled since the night before. Food. Drink. Women. There was nothing off the table. His unlimited offers meant the man was running scared, uncertain of my capabilities.

He was soon to find out.

The cigar was incredible, the sights from his arched veranda spectacular, his posh estate positioned on a dangerous precipice, a warning to all those who dared cross his path. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. I leaned against one of the carved stone pillars as the sun dipped over the horizon, marveling at the crystalline water, waves lapping at the shoreline. The heat of the summer evening was less sweltering given the light breezes while the sounds of piano concerto music floated from unseen speakers, adding to the festive atmosphere, the cellist an incredible musician. I was taken on a beautiful walk through the seductive music alone. Sadly, I wasn’t in any kind of mood for a party.

Or romance.

Traveling to Cuba had been against my father’s wishes, but necessary to keep the peace.

Unless the man fucked with me.

“I see you enjoy our Cuban cigars, Miguel. One of our specialty blends,” Santiago said as he walked closer, his booming baritone wafting over the light breeze. In his hand were two brandy snifters. His smile was gregarious, the twinkle in his eyes suggesting he’d won me over with his charm and hospitality.

I wasn’t a man who succumbed to anything, especially treachery.

I took another puff before answering. “Very much so. The flavor is bold with a hint of spices. Perfection. I will add that dinner was also incredible.” My mother had taught me decent manners. My father had taught me how to handle betrayal.

“My chef will certainly be happy to hear of your approval. I’ll make certain you have several boxes of our finest cigars to take home with you.” As he handed me one of the drinks, his already dark eyes seemed more volatile, his pupils mere pinpricks. He knew he was in over his head.

“How generous of you.”

“As you can imagine, I’m eager to bring them to Miami and beyond.”

Yes, I was well aware of his ploy. While Cuban cigars were no longer illegal in the United States, selling them continued to bring fines of a hefty nature. I knew all about him and his company, the cigar distribution a basic front for his drug running operation. I knew the game well. My family had several legitimate businesses, all while providing highly regarded party favors to wealthy clients. I had to admit that adding Cuban cigars to the mix was an excellent idea.

As long as he understood the parameters.

As long as he followed the rules.

By this point, he’d heard about Danton’s early demise. That gave me a certain amount of leverage.

“You are also enjoying the music, eh?” he asked in a casual manner.

I tipped my head as the song reached a crescendo, my heart racing from the intensity. “It is beautiful, although not what I would have expected.”

Santiago laughed. “There are many things you do not know about me, my friend. The solo cellist is my daughter.”

I was pleasantly surprised, the concept giving me a smile. “Please tell your daughter that I admire her ability very much.”

“I will do just that; however, I am well aware that you did not come here for my taste in music.”

“Sadly, you are correct. I suggest we get down to business.” I took a sip, savoring the expensive cognac, allowing the rich liquor to soothe my constricted throat. I’d done well holding my temper during the four-course meal, listening to his pontifications regarding his stature in life. Any other man would have already been gutted.

I wondered if he was aware of just how close he’d already come to losing his precious hold on life.

“Like father, like son,” Santiago said casually, moving toward the interior of the veranda, easing down on the supple leather sofa as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Like you, I do my research. Your father is well respected.”

“Yes.” The single word I issued brought a single huff of disdain, creating another smile on my face.

I took a glance at one of my two soldiers who’d accompanied me on the trip, their eyes having never left me from the second I’d entered Santiago’s cliff-side mansion. Both Cordero and Enrique knew what was at stake. They also realized that with a flick of my wrist, I could unleash their talent. I chuckled at the thought.

Santiago followed my gaze, slowly unbuttoning his white dinner jacket before pulling out a cigar of his own.

“My father taught me the importance of honesty as well as a well-organized business venture.”

“Something to respect,” he said in an offhanded way, taking his time to pull the gilded cutter from the oversized astray. The snip was loud, no doubt his attempt at patronizing me.

I simply looked back toward the ocean, content in my standings with him. While we hadn’t talked business over dinner, I’d made certain he knew his place in the pecking order. He was as close to the bottom as he could be. The thought almost made my cock hard. “Yes, like father, like son. And as you know, my father is a formidable man. You want to sell cigars in the United States. I can help with arranging distribution rights as well as transportation to various cities. I can also provide you with connections, wealthy and influential clients who will gladly pay your exorbitant prices.”

“Exorbitant. Come now. These are the most fabulous cigars in the world,” Santiago said, finally taking a puff.

I twisted the cigar in my fingers, eager to get this shit over with. I had other business to attend to. “Yes, as you’ve said more than once.” I walked in his direction and while he offered a seat, I remained standing. “I’m also well aware that you’re intent on bringing drugs into my regime, a compromising situation.”

“Now, wait a minute.” He huffed and puffed as he leaned forward. Even in the beautiful evening light, I could tell his face had turned beet red.

“I’m no fool, Santiago, so don’t dare attempt to try and place me in that position. I’ve been watching you for months, your test runs to particular marinas quite resourceful.”

“That’s preposterous!”

“No. We are not going down that road. Cut the crap. We are professionals and we’re going to remain that way. I will make you a deal but it’s the only one on the table. If I leave here, the offer will vanish. Permanently.”

Inhaling, his nostrils flared from the rage creeping into his system. I enjoyed keeping a man on edge. “I’m listening.”

“Excellent. The deal is that I will allow you to provide party favors within the city limits of Miami, but under my direction and with a forty percent finder’s fee.”

“That’s outrageous!”

I didn’t even blink, merely keeping my stare dark and cold. “Then I guess our business is concluded here and I assure you that I have various maritime officials on my payroll. They will be notified to look carefully for any boat coming from two hundred miles in the proximity of Cuba. Oh, and the deal for the cigars? Unfortunately, that will be eliminated as well. I can also assure you that if you attempt to undermine my family or my operations, I will destroy you. I think you are well aware of my capabilities.”

“How. Dare. You.”

I took another sip of cognac, another puff then closed the distance, taking my time placing the glass on the table, stubbing out the cigar. Then I simply walked toward the door, my soldiers following.

“Wait a minute. Just fucking wait a minute!” Santiago snapped. “Fine. You have your deal.”

I took a deep breath before turning around. “Very well. I’ll draw up the papers and have them in your office in the morning. However, I will need a gesture of good faith. After all, I came several hundred miles in order to make this… arrangement with you.”

He remained seated although I could tell he was fuming. He hadn’t anticipated my wrath. “What kind of gesture do you want?”

“I’m certain you can come up with something that will appease me.” I offered a smile as I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves.

Santiago pointed toward the half-finished glass of cognac, finally offering a smile of his own. When I refused, his face fell. “Very well,” he said as he stood. Was there the slightest hint of a quiver in his hand? Perhaps. “I think I have something that will suit you.” He kept the glass and cigar in his hands as he walked out of the room.

I chuckled and walked back toward the ornate concrete half wall, staring down at the exquisite and colorful buildings constructed on the side of the cliff. From this point of view, the sights of the city were beautiful. Sadly, the distance masked the crumbling buildings and rundown landscaping.

Only the wealthy were able to maintain a certain lifestyle, affording the various perks the gorgeous country had to offer. A man like Santiago enjoyed his status more than most, lording his good fortune over almost everyone else.

Except those within his inner circle.

Within five minutes I heard footsteps on the terra cotta floor, only this time there were two sets. I didn’t bother turning, anticipating some fabulous crate of cigars or perhaps a case of his favored liquor.

“Miguel. May I present my daughter, Valencia. She is the musician you spoke so highly of. Valencia, this is a very important business associate, Miguel Garcia, all the way from America.”

I shifted until I was able to see the doorway. Santiago stood like the pompous ass he truly was while the lovely woman standing beside him had a furious expression on her face. I’d seen pictures of her in my quest to learn every sordid detail about the man, including his weaknesses. However, there had never been any mention that she was an accomplished musician. Valencia was his only child, at least by legitimate means.

She was as incredible as her music.

“Valencia. What a lovely name. I’m pleased to meet you. You play beautifully.”

She nodded out of respect then looked away, her breath scattered.

“Some respect, pequena princessa,” Santiago rumbled, anger in his tone.

“I am not a princess, father. While it’s good to meet you, I was in the middle of practice. May I go now?” Valencia asked as she folded her arms.

“I’m curious. What game are you playing, Santiago?” I asked casually.

“You will learn, Miguel, that I also don’t play games for anyone,” he said in an offhanded manner.

She gave me a heated glance, as if disgusted with my appearance, now remaining quiet. A good daughter and one entirely under her father’s thumb.

The girl was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing to the small of her back, her large blue eyes stunning. My cock twitched from the way her lips pursed and I allowed my gaze to fall to her voluptuous breasts and slender waist with rounded hips that accentuated long and sexy legs. Even in the simple cobalt blue dress that hugged every curve, she was glorious.

Santiago walked closer, a wry expression on his face. “You wanted an appropriate gesture of good faith. I have something you will admit is truly remarkable.”

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Piper

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Forced. Owned. Taken. Mafia Masters.

You know how much I love my mafia men. They are rugged and dark, dangerous yet loving. The third in the Mafia Masters series is no exception. However, Aleksei is all Russian Bratva, even more dangerous than the others in the Sons of Darkness. HOT off the presses and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription. See what you think.

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Willow

Spank me? Fuck me?

I didn’t care how horrible my death, there was no way the asshole prick was going to lay a hand on me.

Again.

I was mortified at my earlier behavior. Oh, God, I’d been so stupid.forcedtocooperate_full

“No,” I said without thinking. Without weighing the consequences.

Aleksei took another deep breath, holding it while he walked around the desk and dangerously close to me. “What did you say?”

His voice was so authoritative, booming even in its husky yet level tone.

“You heard me,” I half whispered, taking a steep away, ready to bolt to the door. There was still a chance that I could make it to my car. My brother would keep me safe.

The Russian was far too quick, grabbing and yanking my arm. He lowered his head until I finally got the full effect of his hot breath. “I suggest you rethink your boldness. In my world, your word is your honor. I would hate to think I couldn’t trust you.”

My reaction was swift, much like his. I spit across his face, laughing at his incensed reaction. “You are a madman.”

Blinking, he narrowed his eyes as he wiped the wetness off his face. “You will pay for that dearly, my sweet. Of all the things you might have heard about me, let’s make one thing perfectly clear. You have no recourse unless you’d like to see your brother facing my soldiers. He won’t return.”

“You don’t like to get your hands dirty, Aleksei? You can’t handle the stain of blood soaking into your expensive suits and crisp shirts?” I’d struck another chord. I’d known men like him all my life, those preferring to look the other way when the real work needed to be done.

His bristle was par for the course. “No, sweet cherie. This time, it will be very personal, and I will make certain you have a front row seat.”

My brother and I didn’t always agree. I knew his reputation in business, the things people said behind his back. He was almost as ruthless as Aleksei and his father, but Peter was the only family I had, and I’d vowed to protect him and his business at all costs. “I will not betray him.”

“Then he will die.”

The words were simple, the meaning clear.

I had no choice.

As if sealing the deal, he captured my mouth, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and holding me in place.

I moaned, ready to slam the glass against the side of his neck but he thought of that maneuver as well, snagging my wrist. The weight of his body was intense, the heat emanating from every pore overwhelming. And just as with the kiss we’d shared before, my body responded instantly, my back arching and my legs quivering. The taste of him was incredible, the hint of scotch more powerful than I’d care to admit.

Even visions of our naked bodies entwined together surfaced, my nipples reacting by hardening even more. Aching.

Longing to be plucked and twisted.

No. Fuck, no.

I loathed myself, humiliated that Aleksei knew how much I was attracted to him. As he thrust his tongue inside, commanding mine, demanding me to succumb, I allowed myself to float away. I’d always been able to pretend. This was no different. Everything about the man reeked of passion as well as danger and I’d been caught in his web. The only thing I could do was play along, accepting my role in some conniving scheme.

Then I would strike.

Yet he consumed me with his mouth, relentless in his growing hunger. The passion became unbridled in every move, demanding in a way I couldn’t ignore. As his tongue easily gained control, I could tell he anticipated I’d succumb, yet I refused, pushing hard against his chest. His hold was far too powerful, every move he made nothing more than a reminder of his dominance over me. As he ground his hips against mine, I moaned into the kiss, cognizant of just how hard his cock had become.

I hated the man, loathed him.

I also couldn’t stand myself, furious that every part of me continued to tingle even as the electricity soared.

His touch became almost gentle as he eased back, his breathing ragged. He brushed his hand through my hair before sliding his fingers to cup my cheek and chin, running his thumb across my lips in a brutal manner. Back and forth, over and over again. “I think I’m clear now. You have no other choice but to surrender. I daresay your desire betrays you.”

Exasperated, I shook my head. He was absolutely right. My body had betrayed me, but my mind was clear. If I was forced to play his game I would, but only until I gained a greater advantage.

And I would.

“Fine, Aleksei. You win the prize. Just watch out. You might not be happy with who and what I am.” I took a decided step away, my fingers aching as I yanked the shirt over my head, my eyes never leaving his.

He was enthralled, his eyes glowing. His expression was that of a man finally receiving the special toy he’d been promised. A true barbarian in nature, feigning sophistication on the outside. I planned on unraveling every one of those dark secrets buried deep in his psyche, exposing both him and his father for the beasts they’d become. I was far more cunning than he was.

I found myself turning slightly as I unfastened my jeans, unzipping before fighting to remove my boots. Perhaps that’s when reality set in, a paralyzing sickness of what was about to occur. Once he marked me, I feared there would be no return.

I’d been taught to remain strong, understanding that enemies came in various packages. I’d just never expected to fall prey to true predator.

You can do this. You will do this.

If only to find a way to protect my family and our business.

When I was fully naked, the strangling suffocation wrapped around my neck had nothing to do with any fingerprints or damage he’d left. I could barely stand myself.

“Let me see you. Hold your arms over your head,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, grasping my fingers together as I moved directly in front of him.

Using his index finger, he twirled the long digit, expecting me to follow.

Once again, I responded, turning in a full circle.

“So beautiful, my lovely cherie. What I’m going to do to your gorgeous body.” Then his tone changed, transferring into the level of darkness I’d anticipated. “Over the desk. Hands gripping the sides. You will not move. You will not cry out. If you do, your punishment will be much worse. I hope that you understand?”

“Yes. Fine.”

Before I was able to pass by him, he gripped and squeezed my chin. “Do not rile me, Willow. I am not a man to be fucked with. You should have learned that by now. Your brother has done you a disservice by not sending in another to try and kill me. That is… unless he wants to get rid of you.”

“How. Dare. You. My brother loves me. He’s a good and wonderful man and…” He’d goaded me and I’d fallen into his snare. Hissing, I jerked away, moving directly toward the desk and leaning over. I hated this, detested every concept of submitting in any manner. One day, no matter the cost, Aleksei would face my revenge, and he would never see it coming. On that day, my soul would sing with joy.

I could no longer feel my hands as I gripped the edge of the desk. I could only imagine what else he had in store for me.

“Very nice. You can follow directions.”

Every curse word was on the tip of my tongue, ever derogatory comment that I’d heard coming from my brother’s mouth. Peter considered Aleksei enemy number one and I’d accepted the belief, waging a war against the Petrovs, only asking limited questions. I was usually thorough, finding out every aspect of my mark before attempting to take out my target. This time, I’d merely glanced at the internet, reading a few articles, most negative stories regarding the Petrov family. What if Aleksei was right? Was there any possibility my brother wasn’t on the up and up, trying to take on two mafia families? Oh, Jesus. My fear and anxiety were doing the talking.

Hearing the sound of his buckle being unfastened had a ripple effect deep inside. Every nerve ending was on fire, every portion of my body shaking and blood pumping in a way that made me lightheaded.

No one had ever disciplined me, at least not in this way. I was the scrappy girl, the one who’d been taught to fight like a man. I’d saved myself from street thugs and assholes hell bent on forcing me into a sinful tryst more than once. This man, this fucking poor excuse for a human being thought I deserved something of this nature.

“Your beautiful bottom is going to wear my marks for days,” Aleksei stated in his usual husky tone, his accent far too attractive.

I shifted, cursing him under my breath.

“I can hear you, sweet cherie. I won’t tolerate insolence of any kind. I assure you, this is your first lesson of many.”

Why did his velveteen voice have to create myriad sensations? Lust. Anger. Fear. They all mingled together in an unrelenting fashion. I held my breath as the whooshing sound floated all around me, bracing for the pain. When the first crack was slammed against the floor, it took everything out of me not to jump out of my skin.

My breath was shallow, my mind reeling as various images and thoughts pressed deep into my brain. There had to be a way to get out of his grasp.

I honestly wasn’t prepared for the quick revolution, the way the thick leather slashed down on my naked skin. While there was no instant moment of anguish, I was cognizant that my senses were all on overload, preparing for the onslaught.

Just a mere taste. Imagine how the story starts…

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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