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| <\/td>\n | Release date: <\/strong>July 16th<\/sup> 2019<\/p>\n Series: <\/strong>All The Pretty Things Trilogy, Volume Two<\/p>\n Genre: <\/strong>Dark Romance<\/p>\n Cover Designer: <\/strong>Sommer Stein\u2014 Perfect Pear Creative Covers<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n Aleksei Popov\u2014Russia\u2019s number one mobster, and the man I was sold to.<\/p>\n His intentions for me are clear\u2014submit, obey him, and call him master\u2014but I won\u2019t surrender.\u00a0I\u2019m not like the other girls. Whether that\u2019s a blessing or curse, I\u2019ve yet to decide. The problem is, my disobedience intrigues my captor all the more.<\/p>\n When we arrive in Russia, the rules change.<\/p>\n Saint, the man who was once a sinner, is my only salvation.\u00a0What was forbidden now gives me hope that there is light in the darkness. He will risk everything to set me free.<\/p>\n But behind these opulent walls, things aren\u2019t what they seem, and when the fine line between pleasure and pain begins to blur, only one thing matters\u2014saving my soul.<\/p>\n I will lie.<\/p>\n Cheat.<\/p>\n Steal.<\/p>\n I was once an angel, but now\u2026I\u2019m a fallen saint, ready to inflict my own pain and burn this hellhole to the ground.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n Without question, I slowly rise from the bed and follow Saint to the middle of the room. When he positions himself so Aleksei can see, I know what I have to do.<\/p>\n I drop to my knees and bow my head.<\/p>\n \u201cOh my.\u201d A stunned gasp leaves Aleksei. \u201cThat is incredible. Just like a trained dog.\u201d<\/p>\n A strong metallic taste fills my mouth, alerting me that I\u2019ve drawn blood by biting down on my tongue so hard.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is your name?\u201d Saint asks numbly.<\/p>\n \u201cA\u043d\u0433\u0435\u043b.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd who am I?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u043c\u0430\u0441\u0442\u0435p,\u201d I reply softly, using my hair as a veil.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? I can\u2019t hear you.\u201d<\/p>\n Before I have a chance to reply, Saint reaches down and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I arch my neck, locking eyes with him. The amber swirls mingle among the flecks of green and set me alight. He is barely holding on.<\/p>\n \u201c\u043c\u0430\u0441\u0442\u0435p,\u201d I say, louder this time.<\/p>\n \u201cGood girl.\u201d He releases me while I sag forward in humiliation. \u201cYou know what happens when you disobey me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, \u043c\u0430\u0441\u0442\u0435p.\u201d The truth is, I don\u2019t know what punishment he intends to deliver. He reveals what a moment later.<\/p>\n \u201cLift your dress.\u201d<\/p>\n And just like that, I\u2019m transported back to the night when Saint first struck me with his belt.<\/p>\n I know for this to be believable, Saint has to make the punishments credible. But the thought of being hit again has me whimpering.<\/p>\n \u201cI said lift your fucking dress.\u201d Saint\u2019s tone is venomous. With no other choice, I do as he demands.<\/p>\n When I hear his belt being unbuckled and threaded through the loops of his pants, I brace myself for what comes next.<\/p>\n My back faces Aleksei, so he has a clear view of my ass. My lace underwear leaves nothing to the imagination, but it appears he wants more. \u201cTake them off.\u201d<\/p>\n I lock eyes with Saint, begging he doesn\u2019t force me to bow to this pervert\u2019s demands, but he maintains his apathetic fa\u00e7ade. Yet underneath this disguise, I know he\u2019ll always protect me.<\/p>\n \u201cWith all due respect, Aleksei, you asked me to show you, so please allow me to do my job.\u201d Being called a job<\/em> causes me to flinch as though he kicked me in the guts. I know it\u2019s part of the plan, but it\u2019s hard not to get lost in the past.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re right. Sorry. I got carried away. Continue.\u201d His politeness is beyond insulting, as he\u2019s apologizing for suggesting Saint strip me when he whips me into submission.<\/p>\n This is so fucked up.<\/p>\n Saint walks around me and kicks my legs apart. I suppress the need to scream. He doesn\u2019t give me any warning. I hear the vicious hiss slicing through the air just before the pain hits me. With a loud grunt, I propel forward but remain kneeling.<\/p>\n My ass throbs from where Saint brought down his belt, but I know he could have struck me a lot harder. When he hits me over the back of my thighs, I whimper but remain upright. This strike was softer than the first.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you have anything you want to say to me?\u201d<\/p>\n Whack.<\/em><\/p>\n Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to cry. \u201cI\u2019m s-sorry, \u043c\u0430\u0441\u0442\u0435p. I won\u2019t disobey you a-again.\u201d<\/p>\n Whack. <\/em><\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d Even though Saint barely breaks a sweat from hitting me, his breathlessness reveals it\u2019s taking every ounce of his willpower not to kill Aleksei.<\/p>\n When I hear the belt being swung into position, I cry out, \u201cYes! Yes. I\u2019m sorry. I won\u2019t d-do it again.\u201d<\/p>\n I brace myself for another strike, but it doesn\u2019t come. \u201cPut down your dress.\u201d<\/p>\n With shaky hands, I do as he says.<\/p>\n Since I\u2019m facing away from Saint, I can\u2019t see what\u2019s going on, but I\u2019m guessing from the silence it\u2019s not good.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d Aleksei is far from impressed. It seems he will only be satisfied when I\u2019m crying out in pain and begging for mercy.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. She submitted, did she not?\u201d<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n The air is thick with challenge. Saint\u2019s methods aren\u2019t satisfactory because Aleksei knows he could have been a lot crueler.<\/p>\n \u201cShe fought me like a wild cat. I think she likes you.\u201d<\/p>\n My cheeks heat, but I squash down my embarrassment because this exercise was supposed to convince Aleksei otherwise. I quickly rack my brain, hoping to prove Aleksei wrong, but Saint is two steps ahead.<\/p>\n \u201cShe fears me,\u201d he argues. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t know you yet, but I\u2019ve broken her. Just allow me to spend more time with her, and I promise, she will fear you too. I\u2019m the only one who can break her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVery well. But if your methods don\u2019t prove satisfactory, and I don\u2019t see a change very soon, I will take over. Are we clear?\u201d<\/p>\n My blood turns cold.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re clear,\u201d Saint replies with bite.<\/p>\n \u201cI won\u2019t have her behaving like a rabid dog because you know what happens to them?\u201d Aleksei pauses while the room drops ten thousand degrees. \u201cI shoot them.\u201d<\/p>\n Make no mistake, he\u2019s warning us both.<\/p>\n Saint grips the back of my neck, hinting I\u2019m to stand. When I do, he leads me back over to the bed. He won\u2019t look at me, and the detachment has me getting onto the bed, desperate for them to leave so I can process this on my own. Without him asking, I place my arms over my head after I lie down.<\/p>\n A tear leaks from my eye when he cuffs me, but I turn my cheek so he can\u2019t see.<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s go into my office. We have some things to discuss.\u201d Just as Saint moves to rise, Aleksei says something which has me questioning how good of an actress I really am. \u201cGag her. You said she was shouting earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n You\u2019re going to be a good little girl, aren\u2019t you, Willow?<\/em><\/p>\n I suddenly find it impossible to breathe.<\/p>\n I\u2019m moments away from blowing our ruse when a tender caress floats across my flank. Though it\u2019s a subtle touch, it\u2019s enough. \u201cThat\u2019s not necessary. She won\u2019t scream.\u201d Saint recognizes my panic; he knows what memories claw to the surface when I\u2019m gagged.<\/p>\n \u201cI said gag her,\u201d Aleksei perseveres, needing to hold on to some semblance of control.<\/p>\n I know I told Saint to do whatever it takes, but that\u2019s my hard limit, so I don\u2019t know if I can stomach that. But I should know by now that Saint will always be the alpha. \u201cAleksei, you just said you\u2019re willing to allow me to do this my way. Are you going back on your word?\u201d<\/p>\n I don\u2019t know why his word is so important. He\u2019s a fucking criminal, for god\u2019s sake. But I remember Saint saying that Aleksei does hold some honor among his men. I can only hope he\u2019s right.<\/p>\n \u201cSo be it. But if I hear a peep out of her, it\u2019ll be the last for quite some time.\u201d<\/p>\n I gulp as his threat is filled with promise.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019ll be quiet,\u201d Saint assures, speaking for me as he knows I\u2019m close to breaking. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n When he rises from the bed, I turn my cheek to look at him. But when I lock eyes with Aleksei instead, I realize I have to be more careful. Although we have convinced him today, tomorrow may not be as easy.<\/p>\n Saint doesn\u2019t look back and is quick to leave. I soon find out why that is.<\/p>\n \u201cAren\u2019t you forgetting something?\u201d Aleksei blocks the doorway while I watch on in horror. He\u2019s going to kill Saint and make me watch. We haven\u2019t fooled him at all.<\/p>\n When Saint reaches into his pocket and produces the key to my cuffs, I sense he has a plan after all. Aleksei seems disappointed he surrendered it so easily.<\/p>\n Saint opens the door, hinting for Aleksei to move. He eventually does but not before he grins my way. The gesture sends a shiver down my spine.<\/p>\n This is only the beginning of things to come.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n |
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