Novels by Sassy Ink

LEILA ..It felt unbelievably good to be free.Four days had passed, and I hadn’t had the constant gnawing need to watch my every word, to respond to some demand, or to live in the suffocating grip of fear for my life.I might not know when the inevitable return to that reality would happen, but one thing I clung to fiercely in the present was this fragile sense of liberation.“What do you think? This one, or that?” Misa asked, holding up two brightly colored dresses against her body.We were getting ready to visit a club, a more revelation to the suffocating silence of the mansion.The new bodyguard assigned to us, a burly man with watchful eyes, had informed us that Damien had given strict instructions while he was to take us wherever we wanted, with the explicit exclusion of my house and anything that dredged up my past.I saw it as a twisted form of torture, a cruel reminder of what I couldn't have, but I didn't dare defy his orders.At least I was getting out, and he had eve

LEILA ..Misa came inside, her footsteps feels soft as she walked to my side, her presence a small anchor in the storm raging within me.Her hands moved to my back, soothing, rubbing gentle circles, a silent acknowledgment of the raw terror that still clung to my skin.“How the hell did my life get to this?” I can barely breathe at this moment “Getting to watch bloodshed every damn day, and then serve him in bed.”Except that the sex was perfect in a way that twisted my insides.How had I even ended up here, in this gilded cage, my body betraying my mind at every turn? My head began to swim, my thoughts a chaotic jumble, my mind drifting to places I tried to keep locked away.I felt a desperate urge to reach out to my mom again, to hear her voice, to know if she was alright.If the treatment was going well, or if everything was falling apart back home from which he had promised he was taking care of her, and against all logic, I clung to his words.Misa sat beside me, hopping onto

LEILA ..“You’re being called,” Gerald had growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the very air, shaking me to my core.It felt like I could just dissolve into the shadows, vanish into thin air, but that wasn’t even remotely possible in this life.I looked at Misa, her face a mask of carefully neutral concern, and then back at my phone lying discarded on the bed.Trying to stand, my legs felt like lead, my vision still slightly blurred from the lingering effects of the previous night.“What do you think might be the cause?” I whispered to Misa, my voice barely audible, while Gerald had turned his back, his broad shoulders tense.At first, a jolt of pure panic had shot through me, thinking something terrible had happened and he was here to deliver some devastating blow, but no, he was just here for a call. So why did the summons feel so heavy, so ominous?His eyes, when he had looked at me, had seemed utterly devoid of life. Black.Just black.Totally dead. “I don’

DAMIEN ..“I needed you to look into it,” I’d stated, the words a low growl that rumbled with barely contained fury.A disturbing number of operations had been going sideways lately, and the sheer audacity of the Elvares, those vipers, slithering onto my territory and conducting their dirty business without even a whisper of respect, had my temper flaring.It hadn’t ended cleanly, not by a long shot.I’d moved to the far end of the dimly lit study, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the evening.She hadn’t seen me enter, and the shadows clinging to the corners of the room seemed to swallow my presence whole. Frankly, I hadn’t wanted her to see me yet.I was still wrestling with the image of her, trying to claw her out of the relentless grip she had on my thoughts.Eighty percent of the time I stepped out of this damn mansion, her face, her scent, a strange mix of defiance and vulnerability, her infuriating presence haunted my every waking moment.Not in some soft, romantic w

LEILA..“Don’t touch me, I have no business here”The voice becomes louder as someone is thrown into my room, I jumped off my bed trying to hide my phoneMight be a threatThis whole situation felt like one giant messed up game.This time it was a different woman, she reminded me of Tracy making me feel like a trapped bird.I pretended I hadn’t seen her shoved in, focusing on my phone, but I could feel her presence behind me.I glanced at my phone screen again, catching her reflection “this place looks disgusting, was this even cleaned?” Her voice dripping with disdain.I turn to face her.Blonde.I told my eye, for some reason the bitchy attitude seemed to gravitate towards the blondes and redheads.No idea why that was a thing in my head.She proposed a smile which didn’t reach her eyes, I could tell it was a fake polite gesture that screamedI’d rather be anywhere else than in your company. I perched on the edge of the bed, pulling out my phone again, because I had hidden it whe

Damien..I moved toward her room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Not the nicest way to think about a woman, calling her “it” but Leila Jones, she has this effect on me.This stubborn fire in her eye that made me want to both protect her and completely unravel her. Yesterday at the dinner table when she’d walked up to me in that dress, that damn dress, every instinct in my body screamed at me to rip it off right then and there, but I had to keep it together.My dick definitely noticed.It was goddamn struggle to maintain control, staring at her like that, the list a tangible thing coiling in my guts. But none of that mattered, not really.I was the Damien Leonardo Alvaro.I had a reputation and an image to uphold and we don’t wear our emotions on our sleeves.We kept our heads down and our power absolute.I’d taken her up to my private strip club, the anticipation brewing inside of me and something darker than lust.I could feel the sway of her hips and I led h