Payback’s a bitch — or it would be for Elle.
Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she’d endured hell. Somehow, she’d survived it. Someway, she’d escaped her captors. But it hadn’t mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming.
Fifteen years I’d been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he’d done.
Killing him was too easy. Too quick. No. There was a much better way to exact revenge.
Take what he loved best.
I just didn’t realize that in the process of destroying the girl, I’d destroy myself.
“I only want your pain.”
I hadn’t understood what those words meant, not really. Not until hemade me understand.
I noticed Adam the very first day he moved into my building. He was abadass on a bike in a thousand-dollar suit. When he looked at me, it was with a hunger just this side of obscene.
Our meetings were strange, accidental. Too coincidental. There wassomething about Adam. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.
Something I couldn’t resist.
He told me I didn’t know him. He warned me to run as far from him as Icould. He was moody. Dark. I’d found it romantic. I didn’t know and wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he’d meant for me to heed his warnings. That some part of him had hoped I would run, that I would escape him.
For too many years, vengeance had fueled him. It had taught him hate.
The object of that hate? My father. And me? I was the means to my father’s end. Adam would destroy my father by destroying me.
I accused him of being a monster, of being no different than those whotook his sister, but even in the harshest moments, all I could see in his eyes was pain. And like a fool, all I wanted was to touch that darkness.
To make it light.
Retribution is a full-length, stand-alone Dark Romantic Suspense novel.NO Cliffhanger. Intended for mature readers.
The description of Retribution grabbed my interest: a dark read with BDSM elements, sign me up!
Adam has been fueled by revenge since his sister’s death and his main component is Elle Vega. He seeks her out and woos her in the beginning to ploy her in. She falls hook line and sinker. How could she not? Adam is an adonis and there is something dark about her that just intrigues her.
Their course is set from there.
Dark and violent deeds are done. Ones that should have turned Elle off but they only turned her on and somehow she was able to see that Adam is not that monster that he claims to be. She endured things that would break anyone down. Deeds that made me wince and my skin burn.
But also enjoyed the dark BDSM elements as well. Example: she challenges him and he puts her on his lap and spanks her. If I could have stood next in line for a spanking I would have.
There are so many more elements in this read that you need to find out for yourself.
Things are twisted and truths are found.
Anger burned throughout this book.
Dark and light danced with each other.
Selves are found within the unlikely of places.
Does he get his Retribution or does he get something that he never bargained for?
“Offer still stand for a drink?” I asked, not sure what the fuck I was doing.
“Are you going to make the decision for me if I don’t choose correctly?” Elle searched my face. My rejection earlier had apparently hit harder than I’d expected.
I chuckled and placed my hand at her back to guide her toward our building. Inside the elevator, I shoved her up against the mirrored wall, caging her in with my forearms bracketing her face while she stared, her expression one of a deer in headlights, her big crystal-blue eyes so fucking innocent all I could think was she needed to close them, to stop seeing me. And so I did the only thing I could to make that happen. I kissed her. I kissed her sweet little mouth, one hand cupping the back of her head as my tongue pushed past her lips to claim hers, her taste like warm honey as rain cooled on our skin. The bell sounded, and the door opened. My forehead to hers, I gazed at her still-flushed face, taking the brown paper bag from her hand, kissing her once more before leading her to her door. Her fingers trembled when she handed me the key. I unlocked the door and let us in, kicking it shut as I pushed her once more against the wall, devouring her mouth, my cock like steel against her soft belly as her hands traveled up along my arms to wrap around my neck. I led her down the hallway and into her bedroom, our bodies always touching, unzipping her hoodie along the way.
“Wait. I need a shower.”
“No.” I kissed her again, stripping the hoodie off her and tossing it aside.
Her hands searched my chest, pushing my sweatshirt off as I reached for the hem of her tight T-shirt.
“Adam.” She pushed at my chest. “I need to shower first.”
“I said no.” I yanked the top off so she stood in a sports bra, running pants, and shoes, the strip of exposed belly trim and petite. I peeled the sports bra off and licked the trail of sweat between her breasts before seating her on the bed. Kneeling between her knees, I looked at her, at her small, high breasts, the nipples pebbled, her hands first on my shoulders then on my head, pulling me to her. I took one full breast into my mouth and she moaned as I sucked, pulling back slowly until I had her nipple trapped between my teeth. She watched me as I did, her pupils dilated, her eyes black with the tiniest sliver of blue around the dark. She looked fucking amazing, and my cock would not be patient tonight. Not this first time.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I tossed it aside and watched her face as she scanned the tattoos covering my chest and arms. Ink to give me strength, to make me remember. She opened her mouth, in awe perhaps? But I didn’t give her time to study me, time to read what was written there. Instead, I sucked her other breast while working her shoes and socks off then gripping the waistband of her running pants. She lifted up slowly as I peeled them off her. She wore no underwear. I pushed her backward on the bed so she lay down, her legs parted. I looked at her pussy, bare but for the little strip of neat, dark hair above her slit. With my thumbs on either side of the lips, I spread them open. She leaned on her elbows and watched me, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for me to take her in, pretty little pussy lips gleaming pink, her clit now uncovered and swollen, the scent of her stronger for her run.
I met her gaze before bringing my mouth to her sex, her gasp filling my ears when I closed my mouth over her clit, her hands on me, pulling me closer as she ground her hips up into my face like a greedy little slut.
“That feels. Oh…” Her hips bucked. “More. Please more.”
Pushing one finger into her cunt, I licked her pussy before sucking hard on her clit, sliding a second finger to join the first as she began to whimper until, finally, she called out my name, the groan coming with it a deep sound from her chest as she came on my tongue, her taste so fucking sweet I could eat her forever.
Natasha Knight is the author of several BDSM and spanking erotic romances all of which explore the mind of the Dominant male and the submissive female, discovering just beneath the surface of each story that key element of love. Her characters are as human as she: powerful but vulnerable, flawed, perhaps damaged but with an incredible capacity to love.