POWERS SERIES (BOOK TWO) ”I’m only here until my father’s debt is paid. I’m not your property,” I said, though my voice faltered under his piercing gaze. Owen smirked, stepping closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Funny, because the moment you stepped into my territory, you became my property, mia cara, and I do not let go of what’s mine until I’ve taken everything I’m owed—and more.” Mae has spent her entire life trying to clean up her father’s messes. But when his largest debt lands her in the hands of Owen, the most feared Mafia Don in the country, her life takes a maddening turn. Owen built his empire on blood, power, and his unwavering belief that family is nothing but a weakness. Mae’s fierce loyalty and willingness to risk everything to protect her deadbeat father—and track down the mother who abandoned her—makes her more interesting than she already is. Trapped in a web of danger, desire, and impossible choices, Mae has to decide: How far will she go to save the people who’ve already let her down? And how long can she resist the pull of the man who claims to own her?
View MoreMAE“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Owen?” I cried out, feeling his lips against my inner thighs, leaving small, teasing kisses as he moved closer to my wet, throbbing core. He bit down gently on my thigh, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that begged to escape. How long was he planning to keep me like this? His kisses moved lower, trailing from my thighs until he was so close to where I needed him. He placed another soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his hands gripping and spreading me further apart. “You know exactly what I am doing, Mae,” he said, his voice low and rough, making me feel different emotions at that moment. “I am making sure you understand one thing, this is mine. You are mine.” He chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against my skin, right before his lips brushed over my most sensitive spot. The flick of his tongue against my clit made me lose the battle i had been fighting to stay
MAE“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Owen?” I cried out, feeling his lips against my inner thighs, leaving small, teasing kisses as he moved closer to my wet, throbbing core. He bit down gently on my thigh, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that begged to escape. How long was he planning to keep me like this? His kisses moved lower, trailing from my thighs until he was so close to where I needed him. He placed another soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his hands gripping and spreading me further apart. “You know exactly what I am doing, Mae,” he said, his voice low and rough, making me feel different emotions at that moment. “I am making sure you understand one thing, this is mine. You are mine.” He chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against my skin, right before his lips brushed over my most sensitive spot. The flick of his tongue against my clit made me lose the battle i had been fighting to stay
MAE“You have to knock when you enter a lady’s room.” I snapped, wrapping the towel tighter around my body. His reaction was weird, no words, just a look. No, not just a look, pure hunger.And oh, he wasn’t subtle. The bulge in his pants was as obvious as a neon sign, and his eyes? They practically removed the towel around me on the spot. If he were any more desperate, he would be drooling.I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the awkwardness. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “If you have got something to say, just spit it out and leave.”He didn’t answer. His dark eyes slowly raked over me from head to toe, lingering a little too long in places that made my skin heat up. A smirk played on his lips as he shut the door behind him, locking us in.“Are you trying to drive me insane, Mia Cara?” he finally said, his voice low. He slid his suit jacket off with ease, tossing it on the chair like he owned every inch of the room and me. “Standing there, looking like that… a man can onl
OWENI slept with her already. She should be out of my system, irrelevant.That was the plan all along—to have fun with the sexy redhead who caught my attention from day one. I did it, had a good time, so why the hell won’t she leave my head? Because of course, I was lying to myself. All along, I knew this would be more than a one, two or three time thing.I knew Mae Rivera was going to be special. More than just a lay, and now, I was only trying to calm myself because shit was starting to look scary.I took a big gulp of alcohol, trying to calm myself, but it was useless. No matter how hard I tried, thoughts of her kept creeping back in.“Why the fuck does something as stupid as that hurt this much?” I muttered under my breath, the memory of her words replaying in my mind.I wasn’t the type to feel hurt. Pain, emotions—they were pointless, stupid even. But with her, it felt different. For a moment, I wondered if I was losing my damn mind.“The bastard still won’t talk,” Marco said as
MAEI fidgeted all night, chewing on my nails as panic gripped my heart. Owen hadn’t come to the room almost all through that night, and the thought of it was terrifying. I had no idea what he would do to me or to Liam, my poor, innocent friend. The man was terrifying. What if he was making Liam suffer, torturing him in ways that were beyond anything human? It sounded exactly like something someone as insane as Owen would do.“Oh God, save me from this...” I muttered softly, collapsing onto the bed. I closed my eyes, hoping to calm my heart, which was pounding wildly.“You seem comfortable in that bed, especially after what just happened.” A deep voice interrupted my thoughts when it was almost the early hours of the morning, and I jumped out of bed so fast my heart almost exploded in my chest.There Owen stood, his face cold and unreadable. But even without seeing his thoughts, something in his expression sent a cold shiver down my spine. “You keep disappointing me, Mae. Always so s
MAEThe moment Owen was back to my room, I resorted to begging him,"Please… please spare Liam, I promise he’s just a friend. Don't kill him like you killed Isis, please. I forgave you for that, even if it was mostly unconsciously, but I would never forgive you if you kill Liam. He is more than a friend to me." I begged him, my voice shaking.He raised a brow, "More than a friend, hmm?"Oh God…I shook my head no frantically, "No, no, not like that. I swear I do not mean it like that. He… he has been my longest friend, I—""He has a grudge against me. But I am sure you knew about that. Didn't you?" He asked me. I thought of lying but the look in his eyes were too much for that. So I just muttered,"I do not know why… but I promise you, he is not a bad person…"He didn’t respond right away. The silence was heavy, actually dragging on for what felt like hours. “I’m not fucking you tonight,” Owen said finally. His tone was sharp, cold. “I’m too pissed to deal with you, but I’ll be back
OWENWhen I stepped into Mae’s room for the second night of the intense fucking I had planned for her, I wasn’t expecting to find her wrapped around another man.The sight stopped me cold. She was hugging him, her face pressed into his shoulder like they were the only two people in the world. I didn’t know who he was, but I’d seen him around Scarlet before. Her eyes caught mine before him and she slapped her hand in his back with wide eyes, "Liam!"He stiffened when he saw me, his hands dropping from Mae’s waist. She pulled back too, turning to face me with guilt written all over her face.“What the fuck is going on here?” I asked, my voice low and cold.Liam took a step back, raising his hands. “Hey man, I was just—”“Out,” I snapped, cutting him off. I motioned for the guards standing outside the door. “Handle him. Make sure he understands he’s not welcome here again.”"What? What did I do?" Liam dared to ask. Hmm. I would love to see where this courage stemmed from.Mae stepped fo
MAEThe morning after sleeping with Owen, I was more than disgusted with myself. Isis would be so mad at me right now if she were alive, I thought to myself as I headed towards the boutique. I needed to find Scar, needed to distract myself from all of this. She said she had a new lead about my mother, and that was all the motivation I needed to focus on something else. Something that didn’t involve Owen… kind of.When I pushed the door open to the boutique, Scarlet was sitting behind the counter, flipping through a fashion magazine. Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail as she focused on the book. “You’re early,” she said, glancing up with a raised brow. “Didn’t expect you until later.” “I couldn’t wait,” I admitted, closing the door behind me and leaning against the counter. “You said you had something.” Scar tilted her head, her sharp green eyes studying me like she always did when she was trying to figure me out. “Rough night?” she asked casually, but there was a knowing
OWENThe next day, Marco was boring me with details on a debtor, and I was reminiscing on the best fuck I had ever had.The way she’d looked at me last night, her body soft and pliant under my hands but with that fire still burning in her eyes. She was fierce and fragile all at once, and I couldn’t stop replaying every moment in my head. The way she’d cursed me, begged me, hated me, and yet still surrendered—fuck, it was intoxicating.“Are you even listening?” Marco asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. His sharp tone held a hint of irritation, but he knew better than to push me too far. “This debtor owes us over fifty grand, Owen. Do you want me to send Scar to deal with it, or do you have another plan?”I leaned back in my chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass as I regarded him lazily. “Send Scar. If the idiot hasn’t paid by now, he needs a reminder of what happens when you cross me.”Marco nodded, scribbling something down in his notebook. But he didn’t leave. His eyes narrowed
MAE"Ye deserve to be fucked in the arse by a man who knows how to do it proper!"That was Mr Marcello. He was not only a frequenter at the strip club where I was, but my father's former 'friend'. Their friendship which was built from going to the same gambling house sadly ended when my father decided to add him to the long list of people he owed.I forced a smile and took the old man's tip off his wrinkled hands, slipping the wad of dollar notes in my little bra with my eyes focused on his reddening face which was obviously due to his arousal.He grinned, flashing the best set of pearly whites I had ever seen in my direction. Obviously fake, but still beautiful… must have cost him a lot. "Two thousand for the night." He offered.I shook my head. "I only strip, Sir, nothing else. My colleagues here can take up your offer though, if you want.""Five thousand."His hand reached upward to feel my boobs which was only covered with a small, glittery, almost non-existent bra.I slapped his...
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