The Twisted Obsession
Mature content[R-18+] NO RAPE~ ~What happens when a psychopath falls in love?~ The infamous wallflower and sole heiress of the Falcone empire, Abigail Falcone, was a loner, shy, and reserved. She did not know how to socialize or even how to love until she met him. Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Abby sought a favor from her late best friend’s fiancé—a marriage of convenience. No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome mafia leader. However, it quickly becomes clear that Abby is a woman of hidden strength—and Remo Quinn finds his dead heart beating once again. Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the arrangement without stripping herself of her morals and losing her heart to her husband—a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her. While seeking revenge and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Abigail find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for her deceased best friend's fiancé? What happens when Remo finds out his little shy wallflower wife is a little sly fox? ——————————— ——————————— Excerpt ~ "Beg me to use you, Abby," he growled, his voice husky with desire. Abby's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comply with his demand. With a mixture of arousal and trepidation, she managed to whisper, "Please ...Remo..." But Remo wasn't satisfied with just her words. He wanted to see her beg, to hear the desperation in her voice. With a wicked grin, he applied a bit more pressure to her thighs, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure. "Words, little sweet doll. Beg me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Abby's veins, her resolve crumbling under Remo's intoxicating dominance. With a whimper of surrender, she found herself uttering the words he desired, her voice trembling with need. "Please...use me," she pleaded, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to the delicious torment of Remo's touch. Trigger warnings; Self-harm, mental illness, rough sexual acts etc.
Acquaintance
Abby adjusted the strap of her handbag as she stepped into her favorite café. It was a rare Saturday afternoon when she wasn't swamped with meetings or company matters. She planned to enjoy her cappuccino in peace, maybe read a book or catch up on some light work. As she approached the counter, she noticed a familiar blonde head in the corner. It was Nicole, the woman who had bumped into her at the company dinner a few weeks ago.
"Abby! Over here!" Nicole called out, waving enthusiastically.
Abby smiled and walked over to join her. "Nicole, what a surprise! How are you?"
"I'm great! I didn't expect to see you here. Do you come here often?" Nicole asked, her tone light and friendly.
"Yes, it's one of my favorite spots," Abby replied as she took a seat. "What about you?"
"Just passing through the neighborhood and thought I'd grab a coffee," Nicole said, her eyes bright with curiosity. "I'm glad I ran into you. I've been meaning to get in touch."