Seemingly, dangerous and uncaring, Aaron manages the business operations of his father’s estate. Wanting nothing to do with the slaves kept at the Estate, Aaron refuses to take part in the deeper depravities of his father. Despite his resistance, Aaron’s father’ gifts him with a petite, brunette woman he can’t refuse.
A bond forged in conspiracy and deceit, Aaron struggles to save Maddy by teaching her to survive in the world in which he’d been raised. An unlikely union, Aaron soon learns that great strengths can exist within small packages, while Madeleine learns that love and light can exist in the darkest of places.
Concert cellist Madeleine Clark is shy, sheltered, and inexperienced; after she completes her first solo concert, she is approached by a beautiful stranger that admires her music. Aaron seems to be a dangerous man who works closely with his twisted and cruel father. However, he is really just a product of his upbringing within the Estate he was raised in, and the only thing that brings him peace and joy in his dark world is music, in particular the stunning music that Madeleine creates. Unbeknownst to either of them, their one-time meeting will be used to hurt both of them, as Madeleine is abducted as a birthday gift for Aaron and brought into his sinister world as his slave. Can Aaron save Madeleine and help her survive or will Madeleine be the one that ends up saving Aaron?
“His heart constricted at the thought that he would end up breaking her, possibly ruining the very thing that had brought him comfort in the unending nightmare he called life.”
My interest in this book began with the warning within the prologue that this book is not for the faint of heart. This disturbingly dark book is told in duel points of view, which helps the story flow. After reading several books about sex slavery, I was anxious to see what the author would do to differentiate this book from others with similar storylines. While the storyline itself was different, I still found a few similarities. M.S. Willis does not disappoint with her ability to write truly dark and twisted scenes; although I wanted to hate the violence and the things that were happening within the Estate, I found myself accepting these things and wanting Aaron and Madeleine to find love.
“It amazed him to see that her heart had changed from that of a mouse into that of a lion in a matter of weeks, that her strength was enough to heal them both.”
Green, the color of jade, the color of budding life in Spring, burned down into her; backlit and heated by a fire of rage, of need. Aaron’s mouth curved at the ends, an unknown thought amusing to him as she attempted to stand up to a man who controlled her completely… owned her in a way that no man should be allowed.
Like lightning, he moved quickly, so fast and unexpected, that Maddy gasped when the weight of his body came down on her. The pills fell from her hand to the floor as Aaron pushed her back on the bed, held his body above her, his hand roughly traveling up the side of her torso, lifting her shirt to expose her breasts to his gaze. “If I wanted to take you, Madeleine, I wouldn’t have to drug you to do so.” The heat of his mouth stung as he wrapped his full lips around the peak of her breast. His tongue laved against the sensitive tip, his teeth grazing the same area where he had marked her before. A cry escaped her lips, part fear, part surprise; part lust so subtle, it caused her heart to skip in its own rhythm. As he worked her body into a frenzy, his hand traveled down to cup between her thighs. A single finger tapped against the opening to her body, she cried out again, not understanding the heat that bloomed within her core. He pushed up suddenly, watched as she lay panting beneath him. “Even if your mind did not remember my cruelty, your body certainly would. The pain of being split apart when I bury myself within you cannot be easily forgotten…even if done while drugged.”
Just as quickly as he’d come down on top of her, he stood. His eyes searched the floor and when he found the pills, he bent over to pick them up. This time not an offer, but a demand, his hand reached to wrap around her face, squeezing her cheeks until her mouth fell open. Shoving the pills onto her tongue he grabbed the glass of water, poured the contents down her throat, washing her new form of chains down into her body. “I have no plans to grant you the satisfaction of my cock, I simply want you to sleep. I don’t feel like spending the evening jumping up every time I think you are attempting to escape.”
Aaron took the glass as he walked to place it in the bathroom he commanded, “Lay down, Maddy, close your eyes and let sleep take you. That will be the only thing having its way with your body tonight.”
About the Author:
M.S. Willis is a romance novelist whose debut novel, Control, was released in 2013. Although currently writing in the romance genre, Willis has plans to expand her literary pursuits into multiple genres and has no fear conquering difficult subject matters in her writing. Willis is a native Floridian who is also a photographer and musician. When not absorbing herself in written, visual, or musical expression, Willis is an adrenaline junkie, a ‘closet’ video game enthusiast, and an avid outdoors person and nature lover.
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