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.
Torture
In a dimly lit room adorned with lavish decor, Remo sat upon his chair, a haze of smoke enveloping him as he calmly puffed on his cigar. Four men knelt before him, heads bowed in contrition, their faces etched with guilt and fear.
"I trusted you," Remo's voice rumbled, cutting through the thick air like a knife. "I trusted you to keep her safe."
The men lowered their gazes further, their apologies tumbling out in a chorus of remorse.
"It's okay," Remo interjected, his tone surprisingly gentle amidst the tension. "I told you to stay hidden, to keep out of sight. You followed my orders."
He paused, taking another slow drag from his cigar before fixing his steely gaze on the men before him. "Do you have him? The man who dared to lay a hand on my wife?"
One of the men, his voice trembling slightly, spoke up. "We have him, boss. He's in our custody."
Remo's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "Good."