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.
Framed
Abby sat in her office, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as her mind raced through a whirlwind of emotions. The shattered phone lay in pieces on the floor, but her rage had cooled just enough to begin thinking clearly. She had always known Nicole was a threat, but now she could see it all clearly: Nicole wanted to take Remo from her, and she was willing to use any means to do so. But Abby wasn't going to let her win. She couldn't. Nicole had to be dealt with, and she had to be dealt with permanently.
The sudden ring of her office phone startled her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the caller ID—Remo. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the phone, her hands trembling slightly. Forcing herself to breathe, she pressed the answer button.
"Abby?" Remo's deep voice came through, calm but with an edge of concern. "I saw the news."
Her grip on the phone tightened, but she kept her voice steady. "So, you know?"