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“Dominic crackles with delicious darkness and badass beauty. I loved every brilliant, twisted second of it!”
~NYT Bestselling author Annika Martin
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Blurb:
Dominic
I was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved.
Gia was just a job. Just another girl caught in a world of monsters.
It didn’t matter that I liked the look of her.
I didn’t care that she cringed when she saw my soul.
I liked it.
I liked her fear.
And I wanted her.
Monsters didn’t get to live happily ever after, though. I knew one day I’d have to go back. Because time neither forgave nor forgot.
And neither did I.
Old debts needed to be settled. Enemies punished. It was past time I returned to the family business. I’d been gone far too long.Gia
All my life, I believed in fairy tales. Not the Disney kind. Never those. I always knew life was darker than that.
I was the daughter of a foot soldier. The sister of a snitch. A nobody.
Monsters had been part of my life for as long as I could remember, but none as dark as Dominic Benedetti. None as cruel. None as broken.
I had no illusions about what he was. I had no desire to save his soul. And I couldn’t care about his bleeding heart.
But love isn’t always beautiful. It could be a twisted, ugly bitch.
I’d always known this was the kind I’d find. The only kind that could touch me.
Because some of us, we belonged in the dark.
And Dominic and I belonged in the dark.Author’s Note: Dominic is a steamy standalone romance. He is the ultimate Anti-Hero, so be prepared for a crazy, rough ride. To fully understand Dominic’s actions, I recommend reading the first book in the Benedetti Brothers duet, Salvatore.
This book is intended for mature readers. No cliffhanger and no cheating.
I was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved.
Gia was just a job. Just another girl caught in a world of monsters.
It didn’t matter that I liked the look of her.
I didn’t care that she cringed when she saw my soul.
I liked it.
I liked her fear.
And I wanted her.
Monsters didn’t get to live happily ever after, though. I knew one day I’d have to go back. Because time neither forgave nor forgot.
And neither did I.
Old debts needed to be settled. Enemies punished. It was past time I returned to the family business. I’d been gone far too long.Gia
All my life, I believed in fairy tales. Not the Disney kind. Never those. I always knew life was darker than that.
I was the daughter of a foot soldier. The sister of a snitch. A nobody.
Monsters had been part of my life for as long as I could remember, but none as dark as Dominic Benedetti. None as cruel. None as broken.
I had no illusions about what he was. I had no desire to save his soul. And I couldn’t care about his bleeding heart.
But love isn’t always beautiful. It could be a twisted, ugly bitch.
I’d always known this was the kind I’d find. The only kind that could touch me.
Because some of us, we belonged in the dark.
And Dominic and I belonged in the dark.Author’s Note: Dominic is a steamy standalone romance. He is the ultimate Anti-Hero, so be prepared for a crazy, rough ride. To fully understand Dominic’s actions, I recommend reading the first book in the Benedetti Brothers duet, Salvatore.
This book is intended for mature readers. No cliffhanger and no cheating.
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EXCERPT:
Chapter
1
Dominic
Fear
has a distinct smell, something that belongs only to it. Pungent.
Acidic. And at the same time, sweet. Alluring, even.
Or
maybe only sweet and alluring to a sick fuck like me. Either way, the
girl huddled in the corner had it coming off her in waves.
I
pulled the skull mask down to cover my face. The room was dark, but I
could tell she was awake. Even if she held her breath and didn’t
move a single muscle, I’d know. It was the scent. That fear. It
gave them away every single time.
And
I liked it. It was like an adrenaline rush, the anticipation of what
was to come.
I
liked fucking with them.
I
closed the door behind me, blocking off the little bit of light I’d
allowed into the small, dark, and rank bedroom. She’d been brought
here yesterday to this remote cabin in the woods. So fucking cliché.
Cabin in the woods. But that’s what it was. That’s where I did my
best work. The room contained a queen-size bed equipped with
restraints, a bedside table, and a locked chest holding any equipment
I needed. The attached bathroom had had its door removed before my
arrival. Only the bare essentials were there: a toilet, sink, and a
shower/bathtub. The bathtub was truly a luxury. Or it became one at
some point during the training period.
The
windows of both the bedroom and the bathroom had been boarded up long
ago, and only slivers of light penetrated through the slats of wood.
Both rooms were always cold. Not freezing. I wasn’t heartless.
Well…I had as much heart as any monster could have. I just kept the
rooms at about sixty degrees. Just cool enough that it wouldn’t do
any damage but it wouldn’t be quite comfortable.
I
walked over to the crouched form on the floor. She stank. I wondered
how long they’d had her. If they’d washed her during that time.
I
wondered what else they’d done to her, considering the rule of no
fucking on this one. My various employers didn’t usually give that
order. They didn’t give a crap who fucked the girls before auction.
It’s what they were there for. But this time, Leo—the liaison
between the buyer and me—had made certain I understood this
particular restriction.
I
shoved the thought of rape aside. I didn’t do that. Whatever else I
did to them, I didn’t do that. Some tiny little piece of my
fucked-up brain held on to that, as if I were somehow honorable for
it.
Honor?
Fuck.
I
had no delusions on that note. Honor was a thing that had never
belonged to me. Not then, not when I was Dominic Benedetti, son of a
mafia king. So close, so fucking goddamned close to having it all.
And it certainly didn’t belong to me now. Not now that I knew who I
was. Who I really was.
More
thoughts to shove away, shove so far down they couldn’t choke me
anymore. Instead they sat like cement, like fucking concrete bricks
in my gut.
I
stepped purposefully toward the girl, my boots heavy and loud on the
old and decrepit wood.
“Wakey,
wakey.”
She
sat with her knees pulled up to her naked chest, her bound wrists
wrapped around them, and made the smallest movement, tucking her face
deeper into her knees. I noticed she still wore underwear, although
it was filthy. That was new. By the time they got to me, they were so
used to being buck naked they almost didn’t notice anymore.
The
three night-lights plugged into outlets around the bedroom allowed me
to take her in. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back.
So dark, I wondered if it would be black after I washed the dirt and
grime from it.
I
nudged the toe of my boot under her hip. “You stink.”
She
made some small sound and dug her fingernails into the flesh of her
legs, crouching farther into the corner, folding and withdrawing
deeper into herself.
I
squatted down, looking at what I could see of her too skinny body.
I’d check her for bruises later, once I cleaned her up. Make sure
there wasn’t anything that needed immediate attention. No festering
wounds acquired in transit.
“Did
you piss yourself?”
She
exhaled an angry breath.
I
grinned behind my mask. There we go. That was different.
“Lift
your head, so I can see your face.”
Nothing.
I
lay one of my hands on top of her head. She flinched but otherwise
didn’t move. I gently stroked her head before gripping the long
thick mass of hair and turning my hand around and around, wrapping
the length of it tight in my fist before tugging hard, jerking her
head back, forcing her to look at me.
She
cried out, the sound one of pain and anger combined. They matched the
features of her face: eyes narrowed, fear just behind the rebellion
in her hate-filled, gleaming green eyes. Her mouth opened when I
squeezed my fingers tighter, and a tear fell from the corner of one
eye.
“Get
your hands off me.”
Her
voice sounded scratchy, low, like she hadn’t spoken in a long time.
I looked at her. Heart-shaped face. Full lips. Prominent cheekbones.
Pretty.
No,
more than that. Aristocratic almost. Arrogant. Beautiful. Different.
Different
than the usual girls.
She
scanned my face. I wondered if the skull mask scared her. Fuck, it
had scared me the first time I’d put it on. Nothing like death
staring you in the face.
“Stand
up,” I said, dragging her by her hair as I straightened.
She
stumbled, but I kept hold of her, tilting her head back, watching her
process the pain of my fist in her hair. Teaching her.
Actions
spoke louder than words. I always started my training from minute
one. No sense in wasting time. She’d learn fast to do as she was
told, or she’d pay. She’d learn fast that life as she knew it was
over. She was no longer free. No longer human. She was a piece of
fucking meat. Owned. Owned by me.
That
first lesson was always hardest for them, but I was nothing if not
thorough.
I
guess you could say I’d found my true calling.
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Blurb:
Lucia
It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.
I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.
That was five years ago.
Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me. I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.
I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.
I was his, and he was mine.
My very own monster.Salvatore
I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?
I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.
It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.
Until Lucia.
Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.
It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.
I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.
That was five years ago.
Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me. I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.
I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.
I was his, and he was mine.
My very own monster.Salvatore
I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?
I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.
It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.
Until Lucia.
Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.
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