Stolen

Warning: This story is for mature adults only. It contains violence, mature and explicit content and non-consensual/dubious, graphic sexual activity that some readers may find upsetting. This is a dark erotic thriller, not to be confused with a dark romance.

HER

This was never supposed to happen to me. I was smart. I was strong. I was a fucking first degree black belt for fuck's sake, but none of that mattered. Not when you're out-gunned and outnumbered. I was stolen from my life and thrown into the dark and hollow depths of human trafficking. But its not all glitter and rainbows...especially when it comes to him. He wants me beaten. He wants me broken. But most importantly, he just wants me and that's the scariest thing of all. I won't let him win. I won't let him break me. I'll come back like steel every time. Because in the end, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger...

HIM

I'm not a very nice guy. I'm a terrible person, in fact, but I'm not even going to pretend to care. I have a billion dollar empire to run that manifests carnage, blood, and money and I love every second of it. The thrill of breaking even the most sniveling of cowards down is exhilarating, but nothing compares to the thrill of breaking the defiance of an errant slave girl. My empire was built on the bare backs of women thanks to my father's past business ventures, but I brought it up to the heights it is now. Nothing ever got in my way, nothing stopped me. If I wanted something, I made it happen, that is until this fucking girl crawled into my life. Strong, defiant, and a mixed martial artist, she was everything I never expected to want in a woman, but want her I did. Breaking her down became an obsession as she'd always somehow pop back up like a fucking weed I couldn't kill. It was addicting and it became harder and harder for me to pretend I didn't love the taste of her fire every time I covered her with my ice. I wanted more and I had a feeling there would be no stopping the train once it left the station because if I had her, I didn't think I'd ever get enough...

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Stolen

Warning: This story is for mature adults only. It contains violence, mature and explicit content and non-consensual/dubious, graphic sexual activity that some readers may find upsetting. This is a dark erotic thriller, not to be confused with a dark romance.

HER

This was never supposed to happen to me. I was smart. I was strong. I was a fucking first degree black belt for fuck's sake, but none of that mattered. Not when you're out-gunned and outnumbered. I was stolen from my life and thrown into the dark and hollow depths of human trafficking. But its not all glitter and rainbows...especially when it comes to him. He wants me beaten. He wants me broken. But most importantly, he just wants me and that's the scariest thing of all. I won't let him win. I won't let him break me. I'll come back like steel every time. Because in the end, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger...

HIM

I'm not a very nice guy. I'm a terrible person, in fact, but I'm not even going to pretend to care. I have a billion dollar empire to run that manifests carnage, blood, and money and I love every second of it. The thrill of breaking even the most sniveling of cowards down is exhilarating, but nothing compares to the thrill of breaking the defiance of an errant slave girl. My empire was built on the bare backs of women thanks to my father's past business ventures, but I brought it up to the heights it is now. Nothing ever got in my way, nothing stopped me. If I wanted something, I made it happen, that is until this fucking girl crawled into my life. Strong, defiant, and a mixed martial artist, she was everything I never expected to want in a woman, but want her I did. Breaking her down became an obsession as she'd always somehow pop back up like a fucking weed I couldn't kill. It was addicting and it became harder and harder for me to pretend I didn't love the taste of her fire every time I covered her with my ice. I wanted more and I had a feeling there would be no stopping the train once it left the station because if I had her, I didn't think I'd ever get enough...

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Stolen

by Jay Marie
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Overview

Warning: This story is for mature adults only. It contains violence, mature and explicit content and non-consensual/dubious, graphic sexual activity that some readers may find upsetting. This is a dark erotic thriller, not to be confused with a dark romance.

HER

This was never supposed to happen to me. I was smart. I was strong. I was a fucking first degree black belt for fuck's sake, but none of that mattered. Not when you're out-gunned and outnumbered. I was stolen from my life and thrown into the dark and hollow depths of human trafficking. But its not all glitter and rainbows...especially when it comes to him. He wants me beaten. He wants me broken. But most importantly, he just wants me and that's the scariest thing of all. I won't let him win. I won't let him break me. I'll come back like steel every time. Because in the end, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger...

HIM

I'm not a very nice guy. I'm a terrible person, in fact, but I'm not even going to pretend to care. I have a billion dollar empire to run that manifests carnage, blood, and money and I love every second of it. The thrill of breaking even the most sniveling of cowards down is exhilarating, but nothing compares to the thrill of breaking the defiance of an errant slave girl. My empire was built on the bare backs of women thanks to my father's past business ventures, but I brought it up to the heights it is now. Nothing ever got in my way, nothing stopped me. If I wanted something, I made it happen, that is until this fucking girl crawled into my life. Strong, defiant, and a mixed martial artist, she was everything I never expected to want in a woman, but want her I did. Breaking her down became an obsession as she'd always somehow pop back up like a fucking weed I couldn't kill. It was addicting and it became harder and harder for me to pretend I didn't love the taste of her fire every time I covered her with my ice. I wanted more and I had a feeling there would be no stopping the train once it left the station because if I had her, I didn't think I'd ever get enough...


Product Details

BN ID: 2940152101416
Publisher: Jay Marie
Publication date: 08/11/2015
Sold by: Smashwords
Format: eBook
Sales rank: 435,808
File size: 337 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Jay Marie has been writing since she first learned the alphabet, but it wasn’t until 25 years later that she finally decided to take the deep plunge into the depths of publishing. Her written work conveys the darker side of writing, bringing in to light what most may shy away from. She has a passion for writing strong female characters with a brain that can override their sex drives, deliver one hell of a punch as well as take one. They have backbones made of steel and hearts that beat with a ferocity that refuses to be tamed or matched.

Her inspiration comes in the form of a minefield on top of a snow covered mountain. One step and a new idea explodes in her head, and then before you know it, she has an avalanche of ideas rushing through her brain and it does not stop!

When she's not writing until the late hours of the night, she's working as a legal assistant at a personal injury law firm in Michigan. She is also a part time law student at the University of Detroit Mercy Law School where she studies in the evening in hopes of becoming a human rights attorney. She enjoys practicing and teaching martial arts in her spare time as well as riding around on her super fun Honda Grom motorcycle.

If you'd like to connect with her more, check out her author page on Facebook where she posts teasers of her upcoming books every week!

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