Cruel Kings Series
Book One: Captured
She began as my obsession. I made her my possession.
As the oldest brother of the most brutal crime family in Chicago, whatever I want is mine to take.
Including her.
The first time I heard Emily Martin play, the strains of her cello soothed the beast inside in a way nothing ever has before. With a single look at her angelic face, she became my obsession, and from that moment on I knew nothing would keep me from making her mine and mine alone.
But taking her captive wasn’t enough. I needed her complete submission.
She fought me, but as she came for me over and over again, her ass still burning from my belt and every climax more savage and brutal than the last, my sweet angel learned to surrender.
There’s no going back. I’ve decided to keep her.
Book Two: Controlled
She was an enigma, as innocent as she was beautiful. But one taste would never be enough.
I was the merciless mafia Don of the Saint family, the title handed to me by my older brother. Our family was notorious and dangerous, running Chicago with iron fists. I had no conscience, no sense of humanity, crushing my enemies like bugs.
No one could soothe the beast. Then a beautiful ballerina crossed my path, her vulnerability calling to the savage in me. Unable to get her off my mind, I took her as mine, the sweetest possession in my collection. Now, she’d dance only for me. But my desire quickly turned into a darker obsession.
Refusing to take no for an answer, her cries of pleasure ignited me. And every time I took her over my knee, painting her bottom a blushing pink, I was reminded of the monster I’d become. But there was no going back.Soon, I’d break her, bending her to my will. Only then would she become my complete salvation.
Book Three: Conquered
She made the mistake of wanting to work for me. Little did she know she was mine forever.
A savage, brutal father, a man who enjoyed hunting humans. In my mind, I was nothing like him. Except I was, a darkness festering inside of me. I’d done everything possible to expunge the Saint bloodline, a powerful mafia regime. But I quickly learned there was no escaping my past.
With one more attempt, I was determined to lose myself in writing my first novel. But I needed to hire an assistant. When she waltzed in, explaining all the reasons I should hire her, the darkest spark of all was ignited deep inside. That’s the moment I determined I would keep her as mine. All mine.
No matter her cries of protest, she ultimately surrendered to my sadistic needs, screaming out my name in ecstasy. With her bottom burning from my stern rounds of discipline, her cries gave way to her own filthy desires.
Soon, there was no turning back. The beautiful aspiring author, my brilliant intern now belongs to me.