FALLEN
SAINT
Volume
Two
Monica
James
Alors que ce cauchemar ne faisait que commencer, je me retrouve une fois de plus attachée, destination inconnue. Cependant, cette fois, mon ravisseur est l'homme qui a brisé mon monde irrémédiablement.
Aleksei Popov - le gangster numéro un en Russie et l’homme à qui j'ai été vendue.
Ses intentions à mon égard sont claires: me soumettre à lui, lui obéir et l'appeler maître- mais je ne me soumettrai pas. Je ne suis pas comme les autres filles. Que ce soit une bénédiction ou une malédiction, je n’ai pas encore décidé. Le problème est que ma désobéissance intrigue encore plus mon ravisseur.
Lorsque nous arrivons en Russie, les règles changent.
Saint, l'homme qui était autrefois un pécheur, est ma seule planche de salut. Ce qui était autrefois interdit me donne maintenant l'espoir qu'il y ait de la lumière dans les ténèbres. Il va tout risquer pour me libérer.
Mais derrière ces murs opulents, les choses ne sont pas ce qu’elles paraissent, et lorsque la fine frontière entre plaisir et douleur commence à s'estomper, une seule chose compte: sauver mon âme.
Je vais mentir.
Tricher.
Voler.
J’étais jadis un ange, mais maintenant… je suis une sainte déchue, prête à infliger ma propre douleur et à réduire en cendres cet enfer.
Date de sortie: 16 juillet 2019
Saga:
All
The Pretty Things Trilogy, Volume Two
Genre:
Dark
Romance
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Excerpt:
“Kneel.”
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.
I drop to my
knees and bow my head.
“Oh my.” A
stunned gasp leaves Aleksei. “That is incredible. Just like a
trained dog.”
A strong
metallic taste fills my mouth, alerting me that I’ve drawn blood by
biting down on my tongue so hard.
“What is
your name?” Saint asks numbly.
“Aнгел.”
“And who am
I?”
“мастеp,”
I reply softly, using my hair as a veil.
“What? I
can’t hear you.”
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.
“мастеp,”
I say, louder this time.
“Good girl.”
He releases me while I sag forward in humiliation. “You know what
happens when you disobey me?”
“Yes,
мастеp.”
The truth is, I don’t know what punishment he intends to deliver.
He reveals what a moment later.
“Lift your
dress.”
And just like
that, I’m transported back to the night when Saint first struck me
with his belt.
I know for
this to be believable, Saint has to make the punishments credible.
But the thought of being hit again has me whimpering.
“I said lift
your fucking dress.” Saint’s tone is venomous. With no other
choice, I do as he demands.
When I hear
his belt being unbuckled and threaded through the loops of his pants,
I brace myself for what comes next.
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. “Take
them off.”
I lock eyes
with Saint, begging he doesn’t force me to bow to this pervert’s
demands, but he maintains his apathetic façade. Yet underneath this
disguise, I know he’ll always protect me.
“With all
due respect, Aleksei, you asked me to show you, so please allow me to
do my job.” Being called a job
causes me to flinch as though he kicked me in the guts. I know it’s
part of the plan, but it’s hard not to get lost in the past.
“You’re
right. Sorry. I got carried away. Continue.” His politeness is
beyond insulting, as he’s apologizing for suggesting Saint strip me
when he whips me into submission.
This is so
fucked up.
Saint walks
around me and kicks my legs apart. I suppress the need to scream. He
doesn’t 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.
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.
“Do you have
anything you want to say to me?”
Whack.
Tears sting my
eyes, but I refuse to cry. “I’m s-sorry, мастеp.
I won’t disobey you a-again.”
Whack.
“Are you
sure?” Even though Saint barely breaks a sweat from hitting me, his
breathlessness reveals it’s taking every ounce of his willpower not
to kill Aleksei.
When I hear
the belt being swung into position, I cry out, “Yes! Yes. I’m
sorry. I won’t d-do it again.”
I brace myself
for another strike, but it doesn’t come. “Put down your dress.”
With shaky
hands, I do as he says.
Since I’m
facing away from Saint, I can’t see what’s going on, but I’m
guessing from the silence it’s not good.
“That’s
it?” Aleksei is far from impressed. It seems he will only be
satisfied when I’m crying out in pain and begging for mercy.
“Yes. She
submitted, did she not?”
Silence.
The air is
thick with challenge. Saint’s methods aren’t satisfactory because
Aleksei knows he could have been a lot crueler.
“She fought
me like a wild cat. I think she likes you.”
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.
“She fears
me,” he argues. “She doesn’t know you yet, but I’ve broken
her. Just allow me to spend more time with her, and I promise, she
will fear you too. I’m
the only one who can break her.”
“Very
well. But if your methods don’t prove satisfactory, and I don’t
see a change very soon, I will take over. Are we clear?”
My
blood turns cold.
“We’re
clear,” Saint replies with bite.
“I
won’t have her behaving like a rabid dog because you know what
happens to them?” Aleksei pauses while the room drops ten thousand
degrees. “I shoot them.”
Make
no mistake, he’s warning us both.
Saint
grips the back of my neck, hinting I’m to stand. When I do, he
leads me back over to the bed. He won’t 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.
A
tear leaks from my eye when he cuffs me, but I turn my cheek so he
can’t see.
“Let’s
go into my office. We have some things to discuss.” Just as Saint
moves to rise, Aleksei says something which has me questioning how
good of an actress I really am. “Gag her. You said she was shouting
earlier.”
You’re going to be a good
little girl, aren’t you, Willow?
I
suddenly find it impossible to breathe.
I’m
moments away from blowing our ruse when a tender caress floats across
my flank. Though it’s a subtle touch, it’s enough. “That’s
not necessary. She won’t scream.” Saint recognizes my panic; he
knows what memories claw to the surface when I’m gagged.
“I
said gag her,” Aleksei perseveres, needing to hold on to some
semblance of control.
I
know I told Saint to do whatever it takes, but that’s my hard
limit, so I don’t know if I can stomach that. But I should know by
now that Saint will always be the alpha. “Aleksei, you just said
you’re willing to allow me to do this my way. Are you going back on
your word?”
I
don’t know why his word is so important. He’s a fucking criminal,
for god’s sake. But I remember Saint saying that Aleksei
does hold some honor among his men. I can only hope he’s right.
“So
be it. But if I hear a peep out of her, it’ll be the last for quite
some time.”
I
gulp as his threat is filled with promise.
“She’ll
be quiet,” Saint assures, speaking for me as he knows I’m close
to breaking. “Let’s go.”
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.
Saint
doesn’t look back and is quick to leave. I soon find out why that
is.
“Aren’t
you forgetting something?” Aleksei blocks the doorway while I watch
on in horror. He’s going to kill Saint and make me watch. We
haven’t fooled him at all.
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.
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.
This
is only the beginning of things to come.
Volume
One
Monica
James
I
was kidnapped on my honeymoon by three masked men.
Blindfolded.
Bound.
Destination
unknown.
I
was told to stay silent and abide by their rules. But they didn’t
realize I wasn’t a victim…not anymore.
The
open sea was my backdrop for nine torturous days. During that time,
glimmers of my fate were revealed by a man with the mysterious
chartreuse-colored eyes. He should have scared me, but he didn’t.
He
intrigued me. And I intrigued him.
He
punished me when I didn’t listen, which was every single day. But
beneath his cruelty, I sensed he was guarding a grave secret.
I
was sold.
And
in a game of poker, no less.
My
buyer? A Russian mobster who likes to collect pretty things. Now that
I know the truth, I only have one choice.
Sink
or swim.
And
when one fateful night presents me the opportunity, I take it. I just
never anticipated my actions would leave me shipwrecked with my
kidnapper.
He
needs me alive. I want him dead.
But
as days turn into weeks, one thing becomes clear—I should hate
him…but I don’t.
My
name is Willow.
His
name is Saint.
Ironic,
isn’t it? He bears a name that denotes nothing but
holiness yet delivers nothing but hell. However, if this is hell on
earth…God, save my soul.
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Monica James spent
her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and
Emily Dickinson.
When she is not
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finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest,
heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her
readers. She draws her inspiration from life.
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