Love Is Not In Scope

The story is not your regular bland dark romance story with some forced marriage, a virgin girl and a mafia boss with a Russian name who says "I claim you" or "I own you".
This one is a different story, with an actual story line. It is a slow burn thriller with several chapters containing smut and violence, all clearly flagged.

Trigger warning!
This book has a storyline containing graphic sexual content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to BDSM, impact play, CNC, intense humiliation/degradation, descriptive violent scenes, sexual assault and turture.
Read at your own risk.

Excerpt:

She didn't resist it. She let me place her exactly where I wanted her.

I liked that.

There is something so intimate and exciting about tying someone up. I find it way more erotic than undressing them.

I could already see her pussy glistening.

I let my eyes travel over her, taking in the way she held herself - a little tense, a little eager. "Before we start," I said, "whip or paddle?"

"Paddle," she answered quickly.

I couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at my mouth. "Whip it is."

Her breath caught, just barely. I noticed everything.

I picked up the whip and let it rest loosely between my fingers. "Fifty strokes," I told her. "You'll count them."