Twenty-two year old Attorney Serena Aiden didn't know what she was getting herself into trying to put a very notorious Mafia Kingpin behind bars. So when three hot, hard-muscled, sexy men show up at her apartment, and drags her away against her will, she knows she's in big trouble. Just not the kind she expects. Florian, Drew and Anatoli are hired to kidnap and break the attorney who testified against the most powerful man in the city. But one look at feisty Serena, and the game changes. She would be their captive. Their sweet plaything. She would be theirs.
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"I'm going to shove my cock deep inside your sweet, little pussy, Miss Attorney. Then I'm going to flip you over and fuck you in the ass. And you know what?" the monster asked as he grinned, his dark eyes flashing rays of nothing but pure evil. "Then you're going to beg me to do it again. And bitch, I take what I want. You will be mine."
Shuddering, I would never forget the promise made by the horrible freak of nature, the murderer I was prosecuting. I couldn't help but look in his direction for the tenth time that day. This time, his grin told me everything.
He would make good on his promise.
Staring into the evil eyes of a monster isn't all it's cracked to be. Do I have a certain level of control? Absolutely, but I'm also no fool. The reputed mafia lord could have my life eliminated with a single phone call—even while his ass rotted in jail.
Several of my colleagues had suggested that I fed off various criminal activities, hungering for a personal taste of the dark side. Maybe that was true, but this man and his penchant for murder was entirely different. I was trying to forge my way out of a black shadow. Admitting that had been difficult for me. Pushing every boundary was my usual manner. Now, I had to admit, I feared I was in over my head with no safety net.
"Ms. Aiden. Are you ready with your closing statement?" Judge Allistair asked, his stern face reminding me that it was almost five o'clock, close to his standing hour for cocktails.
"Yes, Your Honor," I said as I rose from my chair, giving the monster's attorney the sweetest smile I could manage. I had no idea how Michael Shapiro could stand defending a creep like Santana Dioletti, but it was obvious by his three-thousand-dollar suit and diamond studded Rolex that the man was paid very well.
Hush money.
Blood money.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury." I allowed a perfectly timed pause, looking into every one of their eyes, before turning my gaze toward Santana.
Santana tipped his head, narrowing his ink jet black eyes as he swept his gaze from my face to my breasts, his hunger evident by the way his chest rose and fell.
I was able to keep my smile, turning my attention back to the jury. I refused to allow the man to get to me. "As I believe you'll agree from the vast amount of unrefuted evidence that Santana Dioletti, also known as the Slicer for his preferred method of killing, should be found guilty on all counts of murder in the first degree."
I could tell Michael was chomping at the bit to object. Too bad, sucker.
I moved closer to the jury, taking my time before issuing my final statement, holding up two of the most horrific photographs of the murder scenes. "Three. Innocent. Lives. Snuffed out. Murdered in cold blood. Stolen from their families. That's all you need to know. Find. Him. Guilty." I heard the single moan coming from one of the jury members just seconds before my heels clipped against the smooth, tile floor as I walked back to the table.
Sometimes saying less meant so much more.
There was no doubt what the jury was thinking.
Evil.
Monster.
Killer.
I was paid very well, my win rate at ninety-seven percent. This asshole was just another case, or at least he should be. I hated the fact he continued to terrify me. Maybe I should ask for a raise.
Hazard pay.
"Mr. Shapiro, please issue your final comments," the judge stated.
After sitting through the solid twenty minutes of Mr. Shapiro's repetitive bullshit, the judge finally cleared his throat. There was no time for a rebuttal, but in truth, I didn't need one.
When the drama king was finished, taking his time and walking back to his seat next to Santana, I couldn't help but lock eyes with the notorious Kingpin. He'd terrorized the entire southeast during the last ten years, his reign of terror splashed across the evening news on a regular basis. Even with a venue change to Baton Rouge, the mafia leader locked down in solitary confinement, he'd managed to continue running his New Orleans kingdom with an iron fist.
The incidents of violence and bloodshed in the streets were rampant, and witnesses disappeared. There were reports he was expanding his territory, pissing off mafia families and other underground leaders. And the rumor mill? Fascinating but unsubstantiated. The Trust. The notion of a group of influential men controlling entire aspects of several countries left a horrible taste in my mouth. Still, if Santana had plans on cornering the Opioid and heroin markets, bringing more drugs into the United States, I would fight to the bitter end to convict his sorry ass.
The monster held the same expression as he gazed at me, one of knowing.
One of seducing.
Mine...
I swallowed, my mind shifting to the threats I'd received, including the single one in written form. While anonymous and devoid of fingerprints or other pointed evidence, I knew with absolute certainty who'd sent it.
Santana would find a way one day to take what he believed belonged to him.
AriannaAs I slowly lowered one slender strap then another, I allowed a sly smile to cross my face. Just seeing the way their eyes slanted, lust filling all three pairs was delicious indeed. If this was just a game to them, I would come out the winner.I took my sweet time, turning slightly but twisting my neck so I could watch their reactions as I slowly tugged on the dress, shimmying my hips until the material had fallen to my thighs. When I allowed gravity to take it to the floor, I heard one of them issue an exaggerated breath.“Turn around,” Allen ordered.Now my nerves kicked in. They were going to ogle me, defile me in whatever way they wanted. Rules of the wager. Penance for the loser. I did as I was told, trying to keep from tearing up the moment I turned around.I’d had my share of men look at me as if there was no other woman for them in the world, but the way the three of them were looking at me left me aching inside. Their expressions of lust and need created another wave
AriannaI had no way of knowing how long the show lasted, but when it was over, I continued to stare at the stage, trying to process what I’d just seen. I felt an odd sense of loss, a haunting sadness that made no sense to me.“Finish your drink, Arianna. There is much more to see.” Daniel’s words filtered into my ears, but I couldn’t bring the glass to my lips, my stomach in knots. I lifted my head, studying his face. He was pensive, but I sensed his continued arousal as well, his eyes now half closed as he stared at me. There was no doubt in my mind these three men were going to use me.Spank me.Taste me.Fuck me.Allen pushed the wineglass toward me, his dark presence overpowering. I managed to take a few sips, the delicious taste soothing at least one of my senses.Daniel took me by the hand, leading me away from the table and toward one of several corridors, the others following. When he stopped at one of the closed doors toward the end, he didn’t bother knocking. That’s the mom
AriannaAfter Allen parked, Finn kept a firm grip, wrapping his arm around me. “I want you to listen to me. You are going to obey our rules. You will stay by our side at all times. Is that clear?”“Where are we?” I asked again, now uncertain I wanted to know the answer.“Club Velvet,” Daniel answered.As soon as he said the words, I recognized the name. This was only the darkest, kinkiest club in town. Of course they’d belong to what was considered a men’s club, where every fantasy came true.Or maybe this was really a meeting of the members of the Clubhouse.Allen pulled me out of the vehicle, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my fingers. After the other two approached, I was tugged down a long alley, a single light positioned above a steel door. Finn knocked once then took a step back, cocking his head in my direction.“Are you prepared to indulge in your fantasies, Arianna?” he asked, his upper lip curling.“I don’t know.”“Tell me, what are they? Don’t be shy.”Swallowing, th
Arianna“Where are you taking me?” I demanded for the fifth time. They’d shoved me into a huge black SUV, locking the doors. Even the windows were tinted so no one could see inside. Who did they think they were, true celebrities? Muscle men?Maybe the cartel.I almost laughed, although I remained jittery as hell. All I could think about was how stupid I’d been at the press conference. I hadn’t just been playing with fire. I’d caused an inferno. At this point, I wasn’t certain I could handle the three of them together.Together. They’re going to fuck you.My inner voice just wouldn’t shut the hell up.“We’re going to club that happens to be a favorite of ours,” Allen answered.Oh, God. Oh, dear God. They were taking me to some horrible BDSM club. I could only imagine what they were planning. “A club?” I managed, more uncomfortable than ever. This I hadn’t planned.“Absolutely. You are all dressed up, a beautiful creation. It would be a shame to waste such a gorgeous dress when the nigh
AriannaAllen chuckled darkly, his words filtering into my mind. A good girl. They had no idea what I was made of. I bit back another cry, refusing to give them one damn minute of satisfaction.And still he smacked me on one side then the other. I loathed the fact I was tingling all over, my mind a blur as the pain mixed with pleasure. That confused the hell out of me.After Allen delivered several more in rapid succession, Daniel cleared his throat. “I think we should continue this another time.”Continue? Over my dead body.“Sad but true.” Just as quickly as I’d been yanked over his lap, I was returned to my feet. The experience had created a wave of stars, the rush of adrenaline forcing my heart to pump wildly.When he let me go, I caught the concentrated look on Finn’s face. The bastards had planned this all along. I’d fallen into their trap. I was such an idiot.I backed away, giving all three of them my signature smile. Never let them see you sweat. Then I turned, prepared to fl
AriannaThe bastard was goading me, acting as if this was a normal business transaction. I smiled sweetly, even managing to brush my lips across his without reacting. The shock when a bolt of electricity surged into every cell and muscle left me breathless, my skin tingling. While I did everything in my power to pull away, Allen used my faux pas to his advantage, pulling me against his massive chest.I pressed one hand against him, able to feel his rapidly beating heart. It seemed to match mine, the erratic beats like small claps of thunder. My legs quivered, my mind trying to wrap around why I’d have this kind of reaction to a man I couldn’t stand.He dragged me onto the toes of my shoes, sliding his arm around me as he crushed his mouth over mine. His lips were soft, luscious in a way I couldn’t fathom. No man was supposed to feel this good, the kiss like a long walk on a spring night. I was floored, stars floating in front of my eyes as the moment of intimacy quickly turned into a
AriannaAs we played the first game, I studied the man intently. He’d kept the same smirk on his face as he’d had from the minute I’d laid eyes on him. “I’ll raise.” I tossed another hundred thousand dollars into the pile, enjoying the few gasps from the audience.Finn shook his head, tossing his chips into the pile. “Call.”Only a few minutes later, I won the round, which I could tell irritated the hell out of him. As we ventured into the second, our drinks had been refreshed, a larger crowd surrounding us. I found it interesting the group of people became very quiet every time I initiated a play.When the bastard placed a full house onto the felt, trumping my hand, I inhaled, giving him the sweetest smile. So, he’d won a round. He wouldn’t manage a second.I was furious with myself for allowing the asshole to beat me. Now everything was riding on our last hand.One I was determined to win.All three men were unnerving, pushing me to the very edge of something I wasn’t accustomed to.
AriannaArrogant.Unscrupulous.Bastards.I continued to repeat the words in my mind over and over again just to be able to keep the smile on my face. I abhorred the three men, everything about them. I’d spent hours studying their deceitful tactics, learning every weakness they had. While they might have studied me as well, they certainly didn’t know about my roots, or what my father had done for a living.He’d been a powerful poker player, winning millions of dollars on the circuit. He’d been considered one of the best, never allowing his opponents to catch a single glitch in his facial expressions, body language, or methodology.And he’d taught me everything he knew.I could remember standing just behind him, studying every move he made. Hours spent. I’d enjoyed the closeness we’d shared, which was rare at the time, my father spending half a month on the road. His winnings had provided my sister, mother, and me with a beautiful home and his children with fabulous educations. He’d ev
FinnI hadn’t intended on becoming like my old man, but I’d been forced to realize I would never be the romantic. I smiled just watching her, my cock twitching until I knew I’d need release soon. She had no idea what she was about to face, including the consequences for her unscrupulous activities. I would not allow her to get away with attempting to destroy Worth.“And she just won a little over a million dollars for her charity.” Allen shifted in my direction. “You’re going to need to up the ante if you want to attract her attention.”“Oh, I plan on it, my friend. Just wait. She’ll come to us.” I was confident the lovely lady wouldn’t simply walk away. She’d take the opportunity to gloat for two reasons. Her win the day before and her subsequent achievement on this glorious night.True to form, after Arianna enjoyed wallowing in the acclamation of her win, an assistant cleaning up her chips, she walked in our direction. Or I should say she was swaggering, sashaying her hips back and
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