The girl’s head shot up with her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping it was as dangerous as I thought it looked. She quickly looked down to her computer then quickly picked up the work phone. I watched from the corner of the eye as the other’s stole glances at me. “Good evening sir, there is Mrs Daisy here to see Mr Slade,” ‘Wife’, I mouthed for the girl to say. “His wife,” The woman added reluctantly, not believing. It didn’t matter if they believed or not, I just needed the word to get to the top. “Yes sir,” The woman said, her eyes coming back to mine. I gave her a questioning look because I couldn’t take the suspense. “He is passing the call through to the main secretaries.” “Okay, thanks.” I nodded. The secretaries knew me right? Hopefully they would pass the call and if he was not there, they would call his personal cell and let him know I was there. What if Slade was not even in the country? I fought to not succumb to the fear coursing through me. “ Yes sir,” The la
Slade held the key to my room in his hand. I followed after his guards, him further away. No longer was I allowed to be next to him. I heard the door click open after Slade swiped the key card on the door. He pushed in and the guards followed.He took me to a hotel, a really fancy hotel. I can’t tell you what I felt, what I was thinking. I felt like I was just floating around. The lights in the room were nearly blinding. I walked aimlessly in the room before I stopped at the center. It was a large room and looked beyond anything I could imagine but to me all was fuzzy. For a few seconds nothing but silence filled the room. “Leave us,” Slade’s voice disturbed that silence, letting me know the final goodbye was coming now. I wished I was stronger. I wished I could see myself getting through this sane but at that point I was drowning. I heard the main door close and we were alone. I heard him place the key card down. “Check out will be at two tomorrow,” I heard movement then caug
This is for the girls that have pure hearts but dark and twisted fantasies. Let’s walk on the edge of the knife together. Disclaimer: In no way or form does the author condone gender-based violence and any assault, especially on women. When a woman says no, a man should listen, understand, and do as told. This is a work of fiction with dark fantasies brought to life. Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities. The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men. Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance. BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR'S WIFE SERENE’S P.O.V “It’s time.” Time for my slaughter. Time for my demise. Time for the end of me. I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car. I knew it was futile though. I knew resisting would make the matter worse. Never had a thought ever passed throug
‘I should go back.’ I thought. ‘No, it’s too late.’ I argued. I ran my hands through my hair, ripped out the veil, and threw it down forcefully. I was fucked and I knew it. I shook so hard that even my lips trembled. “What have I done?” I paced back and forth, my eyes skittishly moving in every direction. As soon as the doors of the bus opened I jumped in. There was no way I could escape. There was no way I would survive this. If Slade didn’t kill me first then my supposed husband would skin me alive. The image of him had me shudder again. Eyes so dark they almost seemed to swallow the light, with barely any soul in them. The tattoo could be seen peaking from his shirt and the scorn on his face had made it clear he had already been pissed. He would kill me with his bare hands. I was sure they were gigantic themselves. I shrieked in my seat, folding my arms around my body. I was doomed. “Hey, are you okay?” I jumped as a man touched my side. I nodded my head withou
Trigger warning: This chapter contains non-consensual sexual activity. I was dropped off three hours later in the middle of nowhere. We had left civilization thirty minutes back, just the driver and I. God knows where the other cars had gone. I was raw, staring up at the medium-sized glass house. The glass was dark, sending a shiver down my body. It looked like an expensive and fancy prison I would not be able to escape. Trees were all that rounded it, a tall wire keeping who knows what out. The air was cold, the sun sending its goodbyes. I walked up, opened the door as the car drove to the garage. A smaller house stood just a few miles from where I was heading but it was still in the compound. I took the steps up, raw with emotion. I did not know where my husband was and what I would meet in the house. The handle was pushed down and the door gave way. Did he just leave his house unlocked? “ Hello?” It felt like the start of a scary movie. No one answered, my voice
My husband pushed up and I nearly cried, grabbing onto him. The waves were still ripping through me with such force my body twisted and turned. It was so sweet and sour it left even my skin sizzling. My eyes rolled in and just when I thought it couldn’t be better a mouth latched on my sex and my husband began eating my cum. He was impatient and unkind about it. His tongue was large and thick, pressing on my clit to leave me trembling even more before he moved back. Cool air kissed my dripping pussy before something hard and warm pressed on my sex. My eyes pushed wide open, gasping hard. My thighs moved to close but he was there, in between my legs. I shuffled back, shaking my head in all the dilemma I was in. He gripped my waist with force, pulling me back to him but I screamed, my legs moving to kick him. He gripped my leg. I scrambled away, wiggling my leg for him to let go. In that, my body turned, my belly on the bed with my ass to him. I quickly shuffled away, abo
The pain was what brought me from my dream. It was piercing through my body so intensely I was paralyzed. I blinked in a state of shock. My head lay on my arms, my front pressed to the bed. White sheets stared back at me and I groaned. The pain was so intense I decided to just lay there for as long as I could until my bladder cried out for help. I groaned out, shifting in bed only to wince painfully. It hurt like hell. I clenched my hands and took a deep breath only to attempt to move again. It felt as if I had just given birth. The pain left me pale. What had I been thinking?Finally, I could stand and I stared down at the sheets. A bloody stain stared back at me. Flashes from the previous night greeted me and I groaned out. The shame finally settled and left me feeling like shit. How could I have done that? How could I have entertained that? I had only told Tate of my dark twisted fantasies and he had laughed at my face before promising to try it once we were married. I
I watched the car drive off from the window. The disappearance of the car had me springing to action. I canvased his closet until I found money. Only a mafia man would have a bag full of cash just sitting there.I packed it all in my bag then packed a few clothes. I strapped on my sneakers then ran downstairs. The pain could wait. I dashed out the door, knowing it was too good to be true but nonetheless, I took the risk.I ran down the drive way and climbed out the gate. It was too easy, I knew. I slowly ran down, keeping a steady pace and bearing through the pain. I got to town after some time and took a cab straight out of town.With the money on me I could go hide anywhere for a few weeks but somehow I found myself going to school. My life as I knew it was over. I just needed to say goodby