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Sweet Severity: A Dark Mafia Romance by Zoe Blake

Had she crashed into any other man’s car, she could have walked away—but she hit mine.

If the bruises I saw on her wrists had been from the accident, I would have let this innocent beauty go on her way. But the moment I realized some bastard had hurt her, I knew two things.

I would make them pay. And I would make her mine.

She’s too young and too naïve to be out on her own in such a dangerous world. A girl like her needs someone to watch out for her, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to be anyone other than me.

I tell myself I’m only bringing her home with me because my nephew needs a new nanny, but resisting the urge to tear off her clothes and ravage her brutally will test my restraint to the limits.

It’s only a matter of time before my control snaps and I make her mine.

Mine.

Publisher’s Note: This is the seventh novel, and part of a new trilogy, in Zoe Blake’s Ruthless Obsession series. It is a standalone that contains adult themes. Please refrain from purchasing if such content is not to your liking.

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Author: Zoe Blake

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Length: 74,200 words

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As if I were truly only a doll, he flipped me onto my stomach. My eyes teared at the sting from the fierce tug of his hand where he gripped my hair to pull me back onto my knees.

Positioned behind me, he grasped my hips. “You want to play games, little girl? Let’s play.”

I looked over my shoulder in time to see him raise his arm.

My eyes widened as I opened my mouth to object.

I was too late.

His flat palm came down on my ass, a white-hot radiating sting bursting across my cheek. I cried out and fell forward.

He pulled back on my hair again. “You were the one who wanted to play. This game is called Consequences.”

His palm fell down on my other cheek.

“Stop!”

Ignoring my plea, he spanked each cheek several times, each open-palm strike building on the heat of the last until my skin was on fire.

His voice sounded as if he were chewing on rocks when he asked, “What’s the matter, Bebe? You don’t like the game you started?”

“No,” I whimpered. “It hurts.”

His fingers twisted in my hair, forcing me to stay on all fours. “Good. Maybe you’ll remember this the next time you want to lie to me or give a disrespectful response.”

My teeth sunk into the soft down of the pillow to stifle my cries.

He spanked me several times before finally asking, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes,” I sniffed.

The slightly callused roughness of his hand moved in circles over my punished skin, soothing me. He leaned over and placed a kiss on my lower back. “Good girl.”

He forced his hand between my legs, pushing them open. I choked on my humiliation as a sob escaped my lips. I was even wetter than before his spanking, and now he would know it.

What the hell was wrong with me?

It was like I wanted to anger him just so he would howl his wrath and dominate me.

He pushed his fingers into me from behind.

“You’re lucky I haven’t purchased it yet, or you’d be getting a metal butt plug forced into this cute hole to make certain you had learned your lesson,” he threatened, his other hand stretching open my sore cheeks and teasing the tightly puckered entrance to my ass.

I knew better than to protest the idea of him ever putting anything in my ass.

Since I had no intention of working for this man as a nanny and planned to run as far and as fast as I could in the opposite direction from him the very moment I had a chance, I wisely held my tongue.

The length of his cock burned against the back of my thigh as he rocked my hips with the power of his finger thrusts.

Before long, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I craved that strange release of tension that happened when an ocean wave rose and rose and rose—then finally broke, to crash with a satisfying, thunderous roar against the shore.

Even as I screamed my release, he kept thrusting his fingers, hooking the tips to hit just the right spot inside of me. Pushing me past the threshold of pleasure back into pain only to discover a keener, more razor-edged pleasure.

The moment I went limp, he flipped me onto my back before straddling my shoulders. “Time to put your mouth to better use.”