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Driven Hearts: Capturing Victory

Hi, my name is Nikita Slater and I'm the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. I've loved the written word my entire life and am an avid reader, as well as a writer. I live, eat and breathe books and I'm always working on something new! ​ I live on the beautiful Canadian prairies with my son and crazy awesome dog. I have an unholy affinity for books (especially dark romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in my books (which are pure fun and fantasy), I am a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When I'm not writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, I love to help others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work. Trapped, taken and caged by a cruel captor. Her solitary existence as a world class hacker changes in the blink of an eye when she's kidnapped by an international arms dealer. Everything she knows, everything she understands has shifted. Ivan Vogel insists that she is now his slave. He plays terrible mind games while torturing her senses. He keeps her locked up, away from all her toys. But once she is free, once she can fly again, she will reign hatred down on her enemy. She will use everything she knows against him, everything she has been taught until she is victorious. She will rip out the heart he insists beats only for her. His obsession will be his downfall. His caged bird will make sure of it. This book is standalone. Guaranteed HEA, NO cheating, NO cliffhanger. Sizzling dark mafia romance. Read at your own risk!

Nikita Slater · Urban
Not enough ratings
53 Chs

Chapter 24

Jaya yawned and then untangled her hand from the blankets to smother the yawn well after it was already finished. Someone nearby chuckled which prompted her to open her eyes. She tried the left one first since she was laying on her right side. Ivan was propped up on an elbow, his naked chest directly in front of her, his eyes on her face. The vision of his rippling, muscular torso was enough to prompt her to open the other eye, though she wasn't a morning person so the whole eye-opening thing was a pretty big sacrifice.

"Good morning, beautiful," Ivan said, his deep voice more relaxed than usual.