**This book is part of a dark erotic fiction series and may disturb some readers**
In this dirty, bloody world we live in, the answers to prayers aren't always pretty angels.
Retaken by human traffickers, Jazmine's one hope is ex-cop, ex-mercenary, Pieter, a man with a glower that stops lesser men in their tracks.
She prays he can save her.
But this savior is far from perfect and his flaws may prove as devastating to Jazmine as the torture of her captors.
The fire of dominance never dies.
ADD to GOODREADS - Seize me From Darkness (Pierced Hearts, #4)
Desire rippled into me, and I shivered for a full second. Visibly shivered. His threat had done that. Since when had I been into pain?
“You like that?” His eyebrow arched. “You like the threat of pain?”
“No.” My denial was automatic, but I couldn’t stop the tiny swallow that followed. He’d figured me out before I did.
His thumb swept across to my mouth then he curled out my lip as if checking the teeth of a bought creature.
Awareness blossomed in his eyes, a smug satisfaction that half made me want to wipe it away. But the other half of me wanted to do anything he asked.
“Liar,” he murmured, stretching out my nipple, eliciting another gasp. “Pretty liars get hurt anyway. Say thank you.”
My eyes widened. Then he shifted his hand, hooked two fingers into my mouth, and leaned that elbow on the wall behind my head. “Say thank you.”
I wriggled in his grip.
“Say thank you.”
“No, no –”
His fingers hooked deeper in, brushing my tongue. I was crushed, desire annihilating thought. My thank you tumbled out. Tears leaked and dribbled down my cheeks. This was insane.
He pulled his hand from my mouth and held my throat to the wall while he shoved his other hand between my legs, fingers curving along in my moisture and making me part my legs. Then he lifted me an inch or so. My back slid on tile, rekindling pain. I was pinned there, throat and pussy. A needy moan escaped my lips.
Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she's spent staring into the night. She has an ornery nature as well as a lethal curiosity that makes her want to upend plots and see what falls out when you shake them.
When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.
Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement...though she really doesn’t. Promise. If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.
To escape you'd need to get the key you can see through the grate in your cell door. A key that’s hanging from the ceiling by string. The light above is flickering on...off...and you can hear feet dragging along the corridor floor. Your door is locked.
Anyone know how to get blood stains out of concrete?
My website, if you're curious about my other evil pursuits: http://www.carisilverwood.net/
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PIERCED HEARTS SERIES