Ariel is a kind, beautiful girl who has just turned twenty. All her life, she believed that her younger brother was dead but everything changed the day that he parents broke it to her that he was still alive. As if that wasn't shocking enough, her brother had been in the custody of a Mafia boss and her parents planned to exchange him for her. Miguel is a ruthless mafia lord who only knows three things— money, power and sex. Love? That's not a word in his dictionary. He fucks any girl he chooses until they give up and can't take it anymore. He was a beast and Ariel was his newest catch. What happens when the innocent Ariel clashes with the hot and dangerously tempting Miguel and they both realize that they may have gotten more than they bargained for? What happens when a brutal past comes knocking again? Threatening to tear down and destroy? Betrayal and lust is the order of the day. Will love prevail? Or will it tear them down completely?
View MoreAs Miguel pulled away, Ariel found herself seething, her anger eating into her very core and almost leaving her breathless. Staring at the handsome devil in front of her, her eyes darkened, several thoughts running through her head.“You better be a good girl and do as I say, or else, you'll just be making things even more difficult for yourself.” Miguel scoffed, rolling up his sleeves and making his way out of the room.As soon as he left, Ariel let out a loud shriek, hot tears running down her face. She had to let out her frustration somehow, but since she couldn't move due to the chains, she could only scream. Her veins almost popped out of her skin as she yelled out in a loud voice, curling up in the corner. Sobbing, she imagined Miguel's face and how she would love to dig an arrow into his eyes and pluck them out. She had always been the gentle type, loving and kind. But since she came into the clan, she had turned into something not even she could recognize. Miguel had managed
Ariel wondered why the sexy man in front of her suddenly became soft. He didn't hit her, he didn't cuff her to the bed, he didn't treat her like a dog. Slowly, he trailed his finger up her thigh after leaving her unclad before him. With pleading eyes, she watched him stalk her, his long hair scattered all over his face and bare shoulder. She fought the urge to bite her lip, he was easily the most attractive man she had ever seen. His hand grazed softly against her skin, moving in-between his legs but he paused and caressed her cheek instead, a smirk plastered on his misleading face. Ariel couldn't help but wonder, what did he want? Why was he doing this to her? He wasn't being rough, she was confused. Miguel, on the other hand, loved to see how confused she was. He knew exactly what he was doing; he made her hate him by giving her the worst sex of her life earlier, and now, he was going to mess with her head by forcing her to want the same man that she despised. He wanted her to h
As soon as Ariel heard those words, her heart leaped into her stomach. Her jaw dropped and her mouth moved in an attempt to say something but no words came out. The men lounged towards her, grabbing her like the criminal that she was while a few others picked Xander up from the floor, rushing him to the clinic immediately. Ariel watched the trail of blood following the man and wondered what she had gotten herself into. “Take her to master!” One of the men yelled out, causing the others to erupt in wild screams and chants, anger written all over their faces. Ariel shook her head slowly, resisting the strong men who were pulling her along.“Please, please don't take me to him! I'm sorry! I didn't know he was the second master!” She yelled out, hot tears running down her cheeks. Her pleas and struggling did not make a dent, neither did it waver the anger that those men felt. They dragged her along, all the way to Miguel's chamber and threw her down at his feet mercilessly.Sitting ther
Ariel writhed in pain, curling up in a ball, the softness of the bed not enough to quench the fire that burned her skin. She was escorted to another room by Farouk who was in charge of all the women in the large clan. The room was smaller than the master's chamber, and it was almost empty.A groan escaped Ariel's lips and her eyes twitched in pain as she attempted to roll over to the other side. The space between her legs felt like someone had forcibly penetrated her with a burning stick, she could barely move, and tears trailed down both sides of her face.The door suddenly opened, but instead of the mean, huge men that she was getting used to seeing, a lady walked in, her strawberry scent instantly invading Ariel's nostrils and forcing her to look up. The lady's soft and feminine aura could be felt, her dark hair effortlessly cascading down her back. Her bright, honey brown eyes shone like lamps, bringing warmth to anyone who stared into them. She radiates beauty, one that Ariel co
“You're going to live with him from now on.” Ariel stared at her parents in confusion, wondering what they were talking about. She was busy in her room when they called her and handed her a photo of a man to look at. He didn't look like any ordinary man she knew of. Even through the picture, his demeanor could be felt and it was obvious that he was a very powerful man.He had a scar running from his left cheekbone to the space right beside his eye. His pursed lips were pink and attractive, like red wine, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring into the soul of anyone who dared to look into them. His long hair cascaded down his face, wet and in messy strands. “Live with him? Am I going to be his maid? But mom,” Ariel walked over to her mother, her black hair bouncing as she walked. “I told you that I was going to get a job. I don't need to work as a maid, especially not for that man. He looks like the devil.” She scoffed. Mrs Smith looked away immediately, avoiding her daugh
“You're going to live with him from now on.” Ariel stared at her parents in confusion, wondering what they were talking about. She was busy in her room when they called her and handed her a photo of a man to look at. He didn't look like any ordinary man she knew of. Even through the picture, his demeanor could be felt and it was obvious that he was a very powerful man.He had a scar running from his left cheekbone to the space right beside his eye. His pursed lips were pink and attractive, like red wine, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring into the soul of anyone who dared to look into them. His long hair cascaded down his face, wet and in messy strands. “Live with him? Am I going to be his maid? But mom,” Ariel walked over to her mother, her black hair bouncing as she walked. “I told you that I was going to get a job. I don't need to work as a maid, especially not for that man. He looks like the devil.” She scoffed. Mrs Smith looked away immediately, avoiding her daugh...
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