My wife would come to accept my sadistic needs. She would learn to love the dark pleasure I offered her. One day soon, she’d beg me to fuck her in front of Luca, and he would know who her true master was. He would know that I’d claimed his bride, his birthright. I had taken everything from him, but he would pay even more dearly.

He’d murdered my brother. For that, I would shatter his soul.

And I would use Nora to break him.

Thank you for reading IN THEIR HANDS! I hope you enjoyed this first installment in Dante, Nora, and Luca’s dark romance. Their story continues in IN THEIR POWER.

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Scarred, sadistic drug lord Andrés captures innocent FBI agent Samantha, and he’s determined to make her his sweet pet…

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Sweet Captivity Excerpt

Sweet Captivity Excerpt

“You don’t want to do this,” I choked out past the lump of terror that clogged my throat. I kept a wary eye on the wicked hunting knife Cristian Moreno held naturally at his side, as though it were an innocuous extension of his arm rather than a threat to my life. “Let me go.”

He threw back his head and laughed, his perfect white teeth flashing as the booming sound assaulted my eardrums. My hands shook violently, causing the ropes that bound my arms behind me to chafe against my wrists. The burn of the rough fibers against my skin and cold bite of the metal chair beneath me were peripheral; my entire focus was centered on Moreno and the way the gleam of the spare overhead light bulb made his dark eyes glint as sharply as the knife in his hand.

“No, Samantha,” he corrected me calmly, his light Colombian accent making his deep voice almost lyrical when he spoke my name. “You’re never leaving this place. Not alive, at least. If you answer my questions, I might be inclined to mercy. Otherwise…” He left the unspoken threat hanging in the air, the implication clear. I would experience agony before he finally disposed of me.

No. Don’t think like that.

I gasped in several deep breaths so I could manage to speak again.

“My friends will find me,” I asserted, knowing Dex wouldn’t leave me to die here. My best friend would do whatever it took to rescue me.

“If they do, they won’t find more than what’s left of your body.”

Ice crystallized in my veins. He took a step toward me, raising the knife. I tried to shrink away, but the unyielding metal chair behind my back kept me immobile.

“You can’t hurt me,” I said desperately, twisting against my restraints. “If you kill me, my friends will hunt you down.”