Carson Meyer, heir to the strongest underworld mafia in America. He is known for his ruthless and rough behavior. Slaying people is a piece of cake for him. He does not make any exceptions, not once. Now his father, the current head of the mafia racket, is worried about his son. He wants his son to think rationally before taking blood on his hands. The only answer he could find to that was MARRIAGE. He demands his son to get married if he wants to inherit his business. Carson looked up to too many girls he slept with without any emotions or pleasure but out of exhaustion. He couldn’t find a single woman that could interest him with loyalty and obedience. Sleeping with him for a night or two was legal to the girls but spending their whole life with a psychopath wasn’t. Just then his eyes rested on an innocent beauty getting auctioned. He buys her and the marriage goes smoothly as he was getting fond of her innocence and obedience. But then, the wedding night revealed a harsh truth. He got to know Luna Blake, the girl he bought is blind. The betrayal he felt overwhelmed his thinking. What will he do now? He surely can’t divorce her or he will lose his inheritance. But he also can’t keep her as his wife. Will this slave and master contract serve him the delicacies he urges for? Or will this be the other way around?
View MoreA knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Before she could respond, it swung open, revealing Carson. His eyes swept over her, taking in the elegant dress and carefully styled hair.Soon his expressions shifted into pure rage as he saw Drake kneeling in front of her, holding her hand. Drake quickly let go and stood up straight.Carson scoffed, “Seriously!”Carson's jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he glared at Drake. "Leave us," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.Drake hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Carson and Luna. Finally, he nodded, backing towards the door. "Of course, sir," he murmured, closing it softly behind him.As soon as they were alone, Carson turned his attention back to Luna. His hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "What exactly was going on here?" he demanded.Luna's heart raced, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "N-nothing," she stammered. "He was just explaining my role for tonight."Ca
Her throat felt parched, as though a raw dryness was settled in, making it hard to swallow. Her lashes trembled, threatening to let the rivers fall a-art from her eyes.All she could think about for now was the past. The past that had haunted her for years. The past that she eventually believed she had let go of. It was all coming back. The screams of her loved ones echoed in her ears like thunderstorms rumbling.“Luna?” A soft whisper in a low, husky voice, desperate to bring her out of her trance-like state. Carson’s hand softly rested on Luna’s cheek, which was burning like flames. His other hand gripped onto both of her hands on her knees, fiercely but tenderly.“Shh… it’s going to be alright,” he whispered, getting closer to her face, his eyes glazing with concern, frantic to find hers.“I… I’m sorry,” a murmur left her lips, almost quite like a still stream.Carson wasted no time embracing her. “There is nothing to be sorry about. It’s all going to be fine.” He felt a sudden ach
Rustling sounds, which usually make one annoyed early in the morning, were too loud to bear while sleeping. Luna slowly opened her eyes, rubbing the tip of her nose. She sat up straight, listening to two men talking.“You have two days. JUST TWO DAMN DAYS.” Carson grunted, glaring dead into Drake’s eyes.“Yes, Sir, I got it.” Drake replied, taking a deep breath, the tension in the room palpable.Carson’s eyes suddenly followed Luna’s to the bed. “Look who’s with us. If it ain’t your forbidden love,” he huffed, murmuring the last words under his breath.Luna looked down, shrugging, squeezing her chin in between her knees. Did I do something wrong again? she thought to herself, staying silent. The last thing she wanted was to draw his ire. She didn’t bother herself much since she didn’t hear him anyways, however the way he left slamming the door made her a bit bothered by it.Carson walked off without even sparing a single affectionate glance in her direction. Drake stood there startled
“What the hell just happened?” Luna whispered, hugging her legs in the bathtub, the lukewarm water rippling softly around her trembling body.Her mind was in turmoil, spinning with thoughts of how slaves at other houses were treated. She had heard the horrifying stories—tales of unimaginable abuse and cruelty, of slaves broken beyond repair. She knew for certain that none of them received this kind of treatment. No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape.Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.‘Maybe they were lying. Or… maybe something is weird with this guy,’ she thought to herself, biting
Luna blinked and turned her head toward the direction of his voice. Slowly, she placed her bare feet on the cold floor. A sharp chill pierced her soles, traveling upward, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin. The cold seemed to seep into her very bones, heightening her vulnerability.She wore a loose T-shirt she’d found in the closet—a garment so oversized it seemed to hang precariously on her small frame, threatening to slip off her shoulders with the slightest movement. The soft fabric brushed against her skin, but its warmth was no match for the icy floor beneath her feet.Her hand was still wrapped with a small band-aid. She bit her lip, trying to steel herself against the discomfort as she cautiously made her way toward Carson. His sharp, unrelenting gaze followed her every step, each movement of hers seemingly scrutinized under his watchful eyes.“Sit,” he murmured, his legs spreading slightly as he gestured to his thighs. Luna couldn’t see them clearly, but she understoo
The screams echoed in the room with no windows and the metal door containing a small bar hole. The three of them were tied to the chair with electric cables around their bodies. “Open your mouths and this will end.” Carson calmly said, smiling at them. “You damn psycho! Do whatever you want. We are not Americans. We live and die with loyalty. No one here is going to tell you anything about our boss.” Reese growled, hissing with the pain of the current still running through his veins. Carson sighed, staring at Reese, “Guess then I’ll have to hold my words on that bet. Drake!” Carson called him out. Reese’s face color changed. The fear rushed to his skull making it to his mind. The image of his wife, son, and mother flashed before his eyes. The ones who don't even know what kind of job he does. “Make a trip to Picsby.” Before Carson could continue, Reese interrupted. “No! Wait! I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.” He turned around and looked at Afro and Bruto, unconsciou
The rustic metal smell filled her nostrils. She abruptly opened her eyes and tried to get out of bed.“You love to sleep, don’t you?” Carson chuckled, placing the food tray on the side of the table. Luna kept her head down, and then she realized—her collar was gone. She was free.Her hand instinctively reached for her neck. Relief washed over her as she touched the now bare skin.“Don’t get too excited. It was removed because you got sick.” Carson blankly stared at her before grabbing her chin and making her look at him. “But if you don’t behave, I can promise to put it back on. You got that?”“Ye…yes, Sir,” she replied, her lips trembling with fear.He leaned closer, grinding his teeth. Luna could feel his breath against her lips. “Good kitty. Now eat your dinner and stay where you are. Try running away once more, and I’ll take you to my dark side.” He smirked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.“I…I’m sorry… Sir,” she stammered, almost letting her tears fall in front of him
Somehow hearing those words from his mouth gave her the vital sensation running through her veins, making her beg for more. No matter how profoundly she wanted to but his hand around her neck was not permitting it. He kept grazing over her soft pure skin like a hungry beast, not letting her a single chance to breathe. He knew what he was doing while reaching her core, placing soft and gentle kisses. Her mind was all blank without any thoughts of what would happen after this night. She only wanted to live in the moment not knowing what the future held for her. Roaming all over her sensitive core. He sticks his tongue inside her, making her feel hot inside. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. Soon he realized something astonishing and stopped. Separating himself from her. He stared at her shocked face. As soon as Luna felt empty without his touch, she stared at him, lowering her eyes in confusion and nervousness. “At first I thought I made a huge mistake by wa
“Do you really want to keep her here?” Drake asked, glancing around the shabby room.“She should have been put here in the first place,” Carson replied calmly, his tone sharp. Drake flinched, his eyes lingering on Luna’s frail figure.“Go to your room. I’ll call you when it’s time to change the IV,” Carson ordered, putting out his cigarette with deliberate slowness. He smirked, turning his back to Drake. “Or maybe I’ll do it myself.”“Yourself? But you don’t even know the basics of how to—” Before Drake could argue further, Carson spun around, his cold glare silencing him instantly.“Shut up and leave! Always remember who’s in charge. I’m not your friend anymore, so stop talking down to me. I’ve got a limit, and you’re pushing it.” Carson’s icy stare lingered until Drake reluctantly took the cue and left the room, the door shutting softly behind him.Carson sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he looked at Luna. “It’s just the beginning, and you’re already in such misery,” he mur
The same rustic smell of old iron beds filled her nostrils. Opening her eyes, she searched for the edge of the bed. Switching off her alarm, she rested her feet on the ground.With a long, heavy sigh, she searched for her white cane. She stood up and made her way to the restroom.“Aren’t you supposed to walk without that?” A familiar, heavy voice filled her ears. A shiver ran through her body. She gulped roughly, staring in the direction of the voice.Straight at his face.“I… ehmm… I… yes. I must be out of my head,” she stuttered, her hands trembling. She tried to fold the stick and put it aside, but her trembling hands could manage no good.The man sighed. “I don’t understand why the fuck someone would want to buy you.” He rolled his eyes, snatching the stick, folding it, and putting it aside.“I… I’m sorry,” she whimpered, her voice shaking with fear.“Of course you are. Isn’t that the only thing you know how to say properly, Luna?” he scoffed, staring at her in complete disdain.Sh
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