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Holly S RobertsLike I said previously, this was one of my favorites. The next book is much darker so be prepared. Please consider leaving a gem or two so others find my work. I appreciate it. Thank you for reading Hotter Than Hell! Next up is Austin. He's a very bad man but so delectable.
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I grip the side of the casket tight enough that my fingers turn blue while peering down at the man I thought of as father. There’s a twist in my gut, a feeling that many would call caring. It surprises even me. Victor chose me for my lack of emotion and turned me into his perfect killing machine. He cared in his own way but was never affectionate, which I didn’t want or need anyway. I was his problem-solver whenever the problem required a permanent solution. I was also his boogeyman to show off and put fear into his friends and enemies alike. If I had a conscience, our arrangement never would have worked.Victor rescued me from a juvenile facility when I was twelve. To this day I have no idea how he managed my release into his custody. It’s one of the great unsolved mysteries that died with him. When I first arrived at his home, I thought he was a dirty old man. My plan was to kill him when he touched me. At twelve, I was already aware of the dangers men presented. Victor picked me up
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AustinHer lack of tears surprises me, but I have no problem adding it to the list of things she’ll pay for. She’s shaky as she stands; she uses the wall for support. Her breathing is harsh and her hesitation makes me think I’ll be removing her clothes after all. When I’m almost ready to assist her, she finally moves. Her hands tremble as she unzips her shorts and pushes them down her thighs. “Please,” she tries again.“Everything off.” I say it casually this time. I’ve won and we both know it.She picks up the scissors and cuts the material so she can remove her shorts. Her shirt follows and she’s left in her bra and panties. She hesitates and I almost backhand her for taking so long. She must read something in my expression. With a delightful whimper, she unclips her bra from the back and lets it fall. She slices the panties and they float to the floor. A deep breath escapes her lungs before she lifts her head and stands in front of me nude. The scissors fall from her fingers and sh
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MelinaI’m freezing and too cold to sleep. About ten minutes ago, I heard a car drive away and I think he’s left the house. Or at least I think he has me in a house; it appears to be a basement from the short glimpses of cement block walls I’ve managed to see. He isn’t concerned with me yelling, so I’m guessing the house isn’t close to others. He’s so damn calm and unyielding. It’s seriously driving me insane.From what I could see in the dark with his small flashlight, he’s at least six feet tall, with just the right amount of muscle on a lean frame. His short-sleeved shirt hugged a sculpted chest and his jeans looked painted on. His short, light brown hair accentuated a prominent jaw with the perfect amount of scruff on his chin. He’s gorgeous in an underwear model sort of way. At least until you reach his eyes. When the light reflected off them, I almost stepped back. They’re pale green, almost startling if you don’t look into their cold, lifeless depths. Pools of darkness lurked i
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MelinaHis gaze remains steadfast, and I don’t want to engage more of his wrath by not doing as I’m told. My body is stiff from the cold floor and standing isn’t easy. I’m also naked, which keeps my mind rebellious. To keep myself safe in my brother’s home, I wear unattractive, large clothes whenever possible. I’m unused to even seeing myself naked. Showers were taken swiftly because my brother never allowed a lock, even on my bathroom door. With a last push away from the wall so I’m standing up straight, I brave the lion. I have a feeling my nakedness won’t matter shortly. At least not to me. I can only imagine what he has planned. Survive, I tell myself silently again. Somehow manage to survive.His dispassionate voice fills the room again and I cringe. “Turn and face the wall.”Fear rolls through me and I can’t move. Even knowing that nothing I say will stop what’s about to happen, I can’t help trying one last time. “Please, you don’t need to do this. Just kill me and get it over w
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AustinThe hysterics were nice until her screams semi-damaged my eardrums. I expected her to fight and she almost disappointed me. She’s different than I thought she would be. The excitement I feel over terrorizing her is a surprise. I kill with cold dispassion. This is different, a methodical game of restraint not to kill that I’ve never experienced.I step on the foot pedal and the Dragonfly fires up. I delight when her body goes rigid at the sound before I depress the pedal and the room is quiet again. The sound of her harsh breathing thunders through my veins and I swear our hearts sync.Normally I would tell a person to relax. Not because I care, but because it’s what you do when someone’s in your chair—or bed as the case is now. I don’t want her to relax, though. I want this to fucking hurt. I want her to feel every fucking needle prick as I mutilate her lovely skin. I want to penetrate her skin further than I should and watch the colors bleed into her flesh. I want my ink to be
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AustinAnother round of trembling passes through her and I give her a moment to gain control. She finally sucks in a long breath and goes taut. The room is cold and she has goosebumps on her flesh. I grab a blanket from the low shelf where I’ve stored my supplies. I cover her from her hips down. “Relax and it won’t be as painful,” I say before I can stop the words vomiting from my mouth.“Fuck you.” Her body sinks into the bed and I begin rubbing my special combination of coconut oil and shea butter deep into her skin. I use the combo so my needle doesn’t hang up on dry skin. When her flesh is supple, I step on the pedal, dip my needle into a cup of dimension black, and bend my wrist. My mind turns to the art like a switch flicking on and lighting a room. My brain focuses on lines and swirls. Color and shading now fill my world and it’s time to allow it free reign.I begin with decisive lines and work on an area about twelve inches long. I never listen to music when inking. The hum of
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MelinaThe pain from the needle was minor. Irritating might be the best way to describe it. I’ve thought of getting a tattoo before, but I knew my brother would burn it from my skin with a blow torch. There was no reason to give him an excuse to hurt me. And I’ve seen the results of his favorite torture method and cringe at the memory of the screams.I pull the blanket tighter, thankful that I have it again. Even with the added protection, I’m uncomfortable on the cold floor and the tattoo on my back stings. He said weeks. He. I don’t even know his name. Should I care? Probably not but there seems to be a lack of manners in today’s torture session. I actually giggle until the sound becomes sobbing. Why the fuck am I being such a baby?Sniffing loudly, I inhale deeply and pull myself together. I will not give into weakness. I’ve survived my father and my brother. The man marking my body has no idea that he’s nothing in my world of constant emotional and physical pain. Shifting beneath
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AustinFernandez is doing everything he can to pin his sister’s disappearance on my organization. He’s suspicious, but he has no proof and that must be driving him insane. My men are keeping close tabs on Fernandez, while Andreas is keeping me apprised of any changes in the situation. Fernandez has no solid proof about what happened to his sister because I covered my tracks. I had Edgar, my computer genius, find the information on Melina and keep it quiet. My men weren’t aware of my plans until after I took her.Taking on Fernandez immediately after gaining the reins of Victor’s organization is not the smartest move I could make. Doing nothing makes me weak too. Right now, I want Fernandez paranoid because he thought his sister safe. I want him to question the men around him and wonder who betrayed him. His screams when I kill him will delight my ears.My men are another story. I don’t have a fucking clue how to run this organization. I only ever trusted Victor and I do not trust the
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