C.M Curtis

"Take me, please." This time into his ear. He sat up some and grabbed my hips pulling me on to him harder. The deeper he went the more I lost control. I could tell he was holding back. Maybe he was afraid to hurt me. The bruises, because of what he knows about my past, He thinks he has to treat me like I'm fragile. I looked straight into his eyes. "I can take it, please, I want you to make me yours." I was begging him now. I saw his face change as he sat up and pushed my legs up higher. Suddenly he was slamming into me…
When Sandra married Ryan she thought she had married her hero. A young bright police detective on his way up. It wasn't long before she realized she was wrong. A narcissistic abusive man with the support of the city and the police department. She was trapped. Caged. Until the night of her monthly trip to the movies with the friends she was allowed. The other police detective’s wives. She saw his eyes as he leaned against the wall. A tinge of recognition as she walked past him. Then everything went dark.

"Babygirl?" I asked again confused. "I call my submissive my baby girl. That's a preference of mine. I like to be called Daddy." He said which instantly turned me on. What the hell is wrong with me? "
Iris was so excited to leave her small town home in Ohio to attend college in California. She wanted to work for a law firm one day, and now she was well on her way. The smell of the ocean air was a shock to her senses when she pulled up to Long beach, but everything was so bright and beautiful. The trees were different, the grass, the flowers, the sun, everything was different. The men were different here. Professor Ryker Lorcane was different. He was intelligent but dark. Strong but steady. Everything the boys back home were not.
I moaned loudly as he pulled out and pushed back in slowly each time going a little deeper. "You feel so good baby girl," he said as he slid back in. "Are you ready to be mine?" He said looking at me with those dark carnal eyes coming back into focus. I shook my head, yes, and he slammed into me hard. "Speak." He ordered. "Yes Daddy, I want to be yours," I said loudly this time.

“Grey is mine. This child is ours. You are in the way Evelyn, always in the way.” The woman said as she stabbed me again. I couldn't feel the knife go in anymore. The blood tasted metallic on my tongue. I begged her not to kill me and she laughed. Everything was turning black as the woman continued to talk. “I will have Grey as my own always. We will raise this child together. I will lead our gang by his side as his wife. You and that pain in the ass friend of yours cannot stop me now.” It sounded as if her voice was coming through a tunnel."
Evelyn's father raised her to be a leader. She was a force. Fierce and committed to her Moretti family name. When she woke up with flashes of her death, a second chance, she decided to take what was rightfully hers, back.
Dante wore a silver ring that glimmered in her eyes, drawing her to it. He was the most powerful and strong mafia boss in Northern America. He was the allie she needed, but could she concentrate on her plan with his lips making her body quiver?