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Cruel Games: A Dark Romance by Zoe Blake

I’m not interested in love, it’s the chase which intrigues me.
I saw her in the park, my pretty little prey.
I intend to make her mine, and the closer I get the more she will lose.
Her friends.
Her family.
Her freedom.
Each move will bring her more under my control until she has nothing left… but me.
Am I playing a cruel game? Of course.
But I warned you: It’s not love that I want.




Publisher’s Note: The Dark Obsession Series continues with Roman, Richard’s brother. This novel includes spankings, rough sexual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Zoe Blake

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 60,000 words


Roman gripped my chin and forced my head back. He stared down into my tearful face, his own expression hard and unreadable. “Disobedient and willful little girls get their asses spanked. Do you understand me?”

I swallowed past my tears and nodded.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Apologize for being a bad little kitty.”

“I’m sorry.”

He rubbed his thumb over my swollen lower lip. “I should shove my cock so far down your throat you choke on it.”

My eyes widened in fear. I’d never sucked a cock let alone deep throated one. Judging by the hard ridge of muscle visible through his trousers, lying against his inner thigh, he’d kill me if he followed through with his threat. “Please don’t do that. I’m really sorry. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

He slid his hand behind my head and pushed my face into the pillow. His hand then skimmed down my back and over my sore ass. He slipped his fingers between my thighs. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside of me.

“Oh, my God!” My hips fell to the mattress.

“Back up on your knees,” he growled.

I struggled to obey.

His fingers twisted inside of me, burning a path deep within my tight entrance. I’d been too embarrassed to ever try purchasing a dildo, so I’d never really tried coming this way. I’d only ever come from my own fingertips on my clit. The sensation was overwhelming. It was as if my body was no longer my own. He controlled me with his fingers as easily as if he still had his fist wrapped around the silk tie around my neck.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy, opening me. The familiar pressure from before returned. It was like I was running toward the sun, feeling the strain on my muscles but craving the heat and warmth of its light.

Before, I’d begged him to stop. I now shamelessly begged him not to. “Don’t stop. Oh, God!”

I was so close. So close.

He added a third finger.

I gasped. “It’s too much. I’m too tight.”

“Fuck back onto my hand.”


“You heard me. Fuck my hand. Move your hips. Now.”

I shifted my hips back and forth. The movement increased the pressure and friction deep inside of me. He was making me complicit in my own passionate torture.

The pad of his thumb pressed against my dark hole.

“Not there!” I pleaded.

He refused to listen, instead pressing his thumb inside of me. The sharp stab of pain nearly brought me to the edge. It felt strange and wrong and yet…

He encircled my throat with his hand and tilted my head back. My body bowed as my hips raised up. The movement forced his fingers even deeper inside of me. “Beg me to let you come.”