She was meant to be his destruction…
A pawn played in a perilous game between
father and son…
Yet, her strength was more than either
man could imagine.
As Maddy learns to save herself…
She becomes the one thing that could
set the son free.
Madeleine Clark was raised to become a concert cellist. Sheltered and naïve, she remains hidden behind her music, a protection from the world around her. On the night of her first solo performance, Maddy accepts the admiration of a stranger and finds herself captive in a cruel and twisted power struggle between a sadistic father and his son, Aaron.
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.
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.
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 rhythm. As he worked her body into a frenzy, his hand traveled down to cup her 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 and 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."