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273 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 23, 2021

“Regardless, he looks down, his eyes sharp and mistrusting. He adjusts his grip, loosening his bear hug to grip me by both forearms, holding me captive inches from his chest. When he lunges, I go still, expecting another slap.
Not the feel of his mouth over mine.
He’s brutal, gnashing with his teeth until I part my aching lips and let him in. He grunts, gripping me tighter, pressing me against the planes of his chest.”
“So fucking beautiful.”
Beautiful. Only a monster would find beauty in blood and pain. Whatever drug he gave me has long since worn off. I can feel every stinging, burning inch, and it hurts. But when I delve into that pain, my wounds don’t seem to be the source of it. Just a selfish, vain realization.
He finds me beautiful only like this, bloodied and broken.”
“I shove him away and climb from the tub, tripping over my own feet. My eyes are on the balcony, and I lunge for it, leaning over the railing. I eye the darkened landscape below. I’m not afraid. I don’t feel anything, and in this moment…
I know for sure I could jump.
Fall.
“Are you fucking crazy?” A masculine arm comes around my waist, wrenching me back.”
“Two fingers for the two you used to soil what is mine,” Domino says. “Now get the fuck out. You—” his shift in tone makes me suspect he’s speaking to the other man beyond my view. “Take his share and get him out of here. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’d let me take you here if I wanted?” he asks, his voice so thick I can barely make out the individual words. He thrusts in a little harder, venturing a fraction deeper, and my cry is too sharp to smother. “Hell yes, you would.”
“And that pleases him. Excites him.
He shoves me onto my hands, gripping my ass, and my teeth clatter as I try not to resist, bracing myself for the pain.
He enters my pussy instead, taking effort to go deep and hard.”


“I’ve spent years training myself not to flinch when men of all shapes and sizes undress my body with disgusting, searching glances. After all, it was their privilege to stare.”
“I hiss through my teeth at the loss. My legs are quivering, my heartbeat unsteady. I can’t seem to catch enough air as he raises his palm to his mouth and spits. When he moves that same hand to his cock, I know that he doesn’t need the lubrication. He’s doing it to prove a point—this is what he thinks of me. A whore he can take selfishly without preparation. A slut.”
“The scent of barbecue grows stronger. Potent. Pork, I think…
Though it’s been so damn long since I’ve imbibed anything more than lettuce and boiled eggs. And crusty restaurant bread.”
“As they water, I spot the source of the smell—the meat is cooking here on a spit set above the flames. It’s large. A cow? Or maybe a pig, set far enough back from the flames themselves that the meat blisters and crackles from the heat, but isn’t burned. But wait…”
“Jesus Christ, Ada-Maria.” The disgust in his voice hits me like a slap.
I wrench my eyes open as shame floods my cheeks.
“I knew you were a whore, but damn.” He pushes past me, dropping the towel on the floor. Angry, fierce strides carrying him into the hall before the full weight of my embarrassment has a chance to sink in.”
“I never complained to Papa about the way he spoke to me, either. You spoiled little bitch. I used to replay those words to myself—usually when I had two fingers inside of me and needed one last hit to go over the edge. I’d think of him snarling those hateful words, and I’d orgasm, gasping his name softly enough that no one ever knew.”
“Cautiously, I reach for his thigh, touching him as lightly as I can. Hard bone flexes beneath my fingertips. His knee? I go higher, until I find the thicker, sturdier feel of solid muscle.
Then I aim and stab, shoving the plunger down.
“What the fuck?” He comes alive swinging, easily snagging my hair in the dark—but not the chain.”


