A lame doormat.
That's how Emily Craven sees herself. Three months ago, she was kidnapped by her father’s enemy. She spends most of her days serving her captor, waiting for when he will finally kill her. She has no idea why she is still alive. Much to her shame, she is attracted to the man who took her.
Dom Wylde is a cruel man. There is one person he cannot stand, and it's Emily’s father. He will do whatever it takes to kill him. However, what Emily doesn’t know is he owed her mother a debt.
Emily’s father intended to sell her virginity to the highest bidder, and now it is up to him to keep her safe. At first, Emily is willing to do whatever it takes for her freedom. Dom wants her body, and she would gladly give it to him. What surprises Dom, is Emily is not all that she seems.
What starts as a game, soon changes as he … demands marriage. He will bring all of her forbidden desires to life, in return, she must be his wife. There is no alternative. Emily belongs to him.
But, there is still the threat of her father. Will he be able to keep her safe?
Be Warned: anal sex, bondage, sex toys
Excerpt:
He owned multiple businesses, some legal, most not. He made a lot of money and was good at what he did. Men feared him because he wasn’t afraid to do what was necessary to get what he wanted.
There were rules he followed. He had his own code of ethics. Kids were off the table. Stolen women were not his business either. The only woman he had kidnapped in his forty years was right next to him, her blonde hair falling around her in a beautiful cascade. Golden hair and wide blue eyes.
She didn’t know how to answer his question. If he let her go, Nigel would do exactly what he wanted with her. It was not his business. He knew there were cops and people who were on the hunt for Nigel. It was their job to catch him.
There was something about Emily that made it impossible for him to let her go. She was not his problem. Yet, he couldn’t do that.
The men Nigel dealt with didn’t have any problem raping a woman to get what they wanted. Nigel wouldn’t care about what happened to his daughter, so long as they paid for the privilege to do it.
Staring at Emily, he knew she didn’t deserve that life. He knew all about Emily and her mother, Nora. Nora had contacted him. It must have taken a lot for her to do that. She was worried about her daughter and the way Nigel was acting. He’d never been attentive to his little girl, and now that she was turning into a beautiful woman, he was showing an interest.
Dom had taken Emily. Now, as he looked at her, he knew her life would be forever in danger with Nigel out there. The man was pissed that someone had stolen his daughter. He had come to him, demanding her release. Dom played his cards right and told him he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He lied easily to his enemy’s face, and for good reason. Emily deserved a chance at life.
The only reason he hadn’t killed Nigel was because the law was following him around. Dom wasn’t stupid, and there was no way he was going to risk his own life to kill his enemy. There would be no prison cell for him.
Nora also played the stupid card to her ex, but instead turned the tables on Nigel. He didn’t know why Nigel hadn’t just killed Nora, but he figured there was something Nora had or knew Nigel didn’t want discovering. Either way, they were both protecting this woman.
Now, he said he would keep her safe, but he didn’t promise Nora he would keep his hands to himself. For the past three months, he’d played the good little host. Keeping her here, allowing her to wait on him. He didn’t need a waitress or staff. He liked watching Emily walk away from him. The jeans he chose for her molded to that curvy ass with utter perfection.
The tops she wore showcased her curvy body, just the way he liked. She had nice, full tits and a small waist that bloomed into full, rounded hips. He loved her shapely ass and those thick thighs. He loved watching her in either a dress or a skirt, or jeans. It didn’t matter, they all showed off her body to visual heaven.
Dom didn’t give a shit that she was a virgin. He’d never been with a virgin himself, and knowing no other man had touched her was a temptation.
She would have made Nigel a lot of money. Not anymore.
He watched as she licked her lips. There was no sensual act, she simply moistened her lips and glanced away. He watched her take a deep breath, which pushed her chest out, squeezing those tits together.
“What would you like me to do? Be your servant? Wait on you?” She pushed some of her hair past her shoulder.
Dom couldn’t help but smile. He continued to stare at her. Emily was one of a kind, that was for sure. She glanced away and then looked up.
There was two ways he could handle this. One was taking his sweet time, torturing her a little, milking this for everything it was worth. The second was just being blunt.
“I want to fuck you, Emily,” he said.
