"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Book 1 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| 18+ This book contains mature content such as sex, abuse, sexual abuse, guns & blood, and language Nobody said that college was going to be easy. Especially when you can't concentrate in class because you can't stop staring at your college professor. But what do you do when you catch him staring back? And what do you do when you find out a secret about said Professor? "W-what are you doing?" I breathed out. Trying so hard to control my breathing as he slides his hand down to my waist. "I don't know." His grip on my waist tightens and pulls me close so our chests are now touching. "But I don't think I want to stop." Oh. My. God.

"Out!" I call out to the other few girls in the locker room. I grab ahold of Cassidy's hips, pulling her towards the wall of mirrors. I spin her around, picking her up and placing her down onto one of the desks in front of the mirrors. I step between her spread legs, wrapping my hand around her throat. "Are you going to listen to me now?" "Fuck you." "Watch how you speak to me!" I push her head back into the mirror lightly "Watch where you put your hands, tough guy." She won't let me intimidate her "Really? You didn't mind my hand on your throat when I fucked you on my desk, or in my bed, or the shower, or-" "Okay, I get it, asshole." ~ Corbyn Besson, being the most feared man in the city of angels, covers up his dirty business with the help of his well known strip club. Dove, his newest, and unwanted dancer, comes into the club unknowing the secrets the four walls hold. Will Corbyn be able to keep his tough guy persona when Dove tries to become more than a dancer? Will Dove be able to keep his secrets when she finds out too much?