Deep Roots [Book 2: WIP]

Deep Roots [Book 2: WIP]

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Sequel to Dark Sand FAYE Dominic opened the lid of the glass coffin and leant over me. I pulled back, worried he might kiss me but he grabbed the corner of the duct tape on my mouth and pulled it off without mercy. "Hmmgh," I groaned in pain, then snarled at him. "You're still a fucking psycho, I see." "And you're still a foul-mouthed brat." He reached in and grabbed me by the collar, lifting me to my feet so I was eye level with him. "Good, or this wouldn't be any fun." DOMINIC I covered her with a duvet and got into bed. I took my clothes off first, allowing myself that at least, being able to press my body up against hers as I cradled her head in the crook of my arm. I listened to her breathing, felt her pulse beneath my lips as I kissed her neck goodnight. She used to snore lightly whenever I'd been particularly energetic and whimper if I left her side in the night. "No losing you this time, little pixie," I whispered to her as I held her closer. "I'll clip your wings if I have to, but you won't be leaving me again. Not this time." ---------------------- Five years after Faye Fairfaw tactically took everything from Dominic Sand - and more than he thought it was possible to lose - Dominic finds that his need for her is more complex than he thought. And burying himself in the world of kink-and-famous with a new business partner hasn't been the distraction it promised. So, when his new "hobby" isn't as in control as he had hoped, the only thing left for him to do is to ask for help from the only other thing in his life he had lost his control over... her. Never a man to sacrifice efficiency in his work, it also presents the perfect opportunity to have his long planned revenge on Faye and punish the little brat for defying him. Sand can indulge himself and his fantasies while they investigate what is really going on at the fetish retreat for the wealthy and only then can he consider what form his need for his little pixie may take.
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18 + my book has matured content "FUCK YOU! Fuck you, Ace!" I sobbed, the words coming out as a broken mess. I lunged for the handle and flung the door open, desperate for air-desperate for anyone who didn't look at me with that much cruelty. My eyes instantly collided with Carter's. His baby blue eyes were no longer nervous; they were blazing with a protective rage. He stood nearly as tall as Ace, his own ink-covered arms shaking with a fury that matched the man behind me. Beside him, Nichole was shaking, too, her face a mask of pure terror as she saw the state of me. Their expressions shifted in a heartbeat, their gazes darting behind me. I didn't even have time to see the shadow. A massive, calloused hand clamped onto my waist, hauling me backward off my feet with a violent jerk. Ace didn't even acknowledge the two of them; he just ignored their presence entirely and slammed the heavy steel door shut, the bolt sliding home with a finality that felt like a death sentence. "STOP TRYING TO LEAVE!" Ace screamed, his fingers digging into my arm as he hauled me farther into the dark belly of the locker room. I ripped myself from his grasp with a desperate surge of strength, stumbling back. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning as if the room had run out of oxygen. "Maybe I am trying to find someone to prostitute myself out to! Maybe Cox wants to buy me for a night! He needs someone to cheer him up after his fucking loss!" I lunged at him, shoving his chest with both hands, over and over. He didn't even flinch. It was like trying to push back a mountain of stone and ink. I felt like I was being choked, my breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches while my makeup smeared down my face, mixing with the hot tracks of my tears. I didn't know if I was crying because I was outraged or because I was completely devastated; I just knew I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel just an inch of the jagged glass cutting through me right now. (Cover is AI it's fake.)

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