All Chapters of Fire & Vice: Prisoner of Fortune: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

After the best sleep of her life, Anya had woken to the wicked sensation of Ash's lips and tongue on her pussy. She wasn't sure how long he had been down there, but she was definitely good and wet when he finally finished wringing orgasms from her and crawled up her body. He held her arms over her head, pressed his chest to her breasts and kissed her thoroughly while sliding his thick penis into her slick vagina. She had gasped into his mouth and arched her body up against his. He made love to her slowly and thoroughly, capturing the expressions of ecstasy that crossed her features as though they belonged to him. They drifted back from the edge of their mutual pleasure sprawled across the bed, limbs entwined. They lingered in bed, as the morning sun rose, warming their naked bodies. They talked quietly, conversing about nothing and everything. After an hour of enjoying the simple pleasure of being together Ash insisted they get up and eat. Anya giggled when he told her he needed her

Anya gritted her teeth in pain as a rope tightened around her wrists. "Ease the fuck up, you twat!" she snapped at the guy securing her to a chair. He responded by tightening the bonds even more. Anya fantasized about all the gory things she was going to do to his scrawny ass when she, a) got loose, and b) found something sharp and pointy, like the knife that lived in her boot since her last kidnapping. She had already tipped them off to her self-defence capabilities when she'd fought like a wild cat after they grabbed her. She hoped those cracks she'd heard as they struggled to get her into the trunk of a car were broken bones. If not then she'd be sure to remedy that situation when she finished exacting her revenge on her friend, Idiot Twat, who couldn't tie a knot to save his life. Anya continued to think vicious, bloody thoughts so she wouldn't give in to the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew her brother would come for her. Eventually. Anya just hoped he found

Book Three: King's CommandTyson King felt her presence the moment she stepped across the threshold and into the city's most dangerous illegal gambling den. His shoulders stiffened as he glanced up and spotted her. Tyson didn't so much as twitch a muscle to give away his sudden tension, but his bodyguard, Daniel Mercer, went instantly to attention and scanned the room. Tyson knew the moment his deadly man set eyes on Claudia Cantore, because his alarm dropped and he relaxed back into position behind Tyson. Tyson forcibly quelled the surge of jealous rage that flared to life as male eyes all over the room focused on her. The tall, beautiful blond was starting to draw stares from some of the city's most dangerous men. Tonight Claudia had packed her delicious curves into a thigh length blue bandage dress with her waist length honey-coloured hair flowing loose around her bare shoulders. Her long legs were made longer by the four-inch spiked, black heels she wore. His rational self ack

Her tense body relaxed slightly. She had indeed planned on waiting for the car to slow down enough that she might be able to somehow get her seatbelt off, the door open and then jump into the road before he could grab her again. It was an unlikely plan, but it was all she had. She found his statement almost reassuring. She hadn't been looking forward to the amount of her bare skin that might come in contact with the pavement if the car was moving when she managed to get out. "Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me?" she asked, glancing out the window at the passing buildings. The club had been located in a somewhat unsavoury area of downtown. They were speeding past the dilapidated buildings toward the nicer end next to the river. He ignored her first question, but answered the second. "We're going to my penthouse." Claudia shifted in her seat, edging her knees away from where they rested close to his. He was such a big man that his body filled most of the roomy back sea

"What if I leave?" she asked. "Won't they find me? Like you said at the club, if you could find me then they might find me." His dark eyes bored into hers. "Dante Marquez and Franco Delgado you mean?" She flinched at the names of the Mafioso guys that were most likely trying to track down her whereabouts at this very moment. The ones that she had betrayed. She nodded. "They won't find you here. Niccolo DeLuca is an old friend of mine. You've heard his name before?" Claudia nodded slowly, her eyes wide. She had heard the name of the Italian whispered in tones of awe and fear by her former boyfriend and many of his crew. Though she had never laid eyes on the man, she knew he was a powerful person. Tyson continued. "I've already discussed the matter with him and assured him that Dante's ex-girlfriend, the bird who flew the nest with information that should never have been found, has no interest in his affairs. Nic is in the process of severing his Miami connection, which will ta