Master Over You: A Dark Romance Novel
Published on October 20th 2014 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Romance, Romantic Suspense
There’s a monster in every closet, and I’m in yours
My name is Noah. I’m not a nice person. This isn’t cupcakes and candyland, love.
I’ll take you, break you, and offer you to the highest bidder without a second thought. You’re mine now. It’s business, nothing personal. You wouldn’t understand, and I’m not going to explain it. Sorry, love, you don’t mean a thing to me.
Just know that there’s a monster in every closet, and I’m in yours.
Author Note – This dark romance novel contains themes that may be discomforting to some people. If you are sensitive to depictions of violence, then this book is not recommended for you.
(Ethan Winters official debut release co-authored with USA Today bestselling author Cerys du Lys)
Man’s POV = Ethan, Woman’s POV = Cerys
There is a light at the end of every dark tunnel, no matter how dim it may seem.
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I don’t hate woman, alright. I don’t like them much, but I try not to think about it. I just don’t care either way. If they’ve got their shit together and know their place, then I’m content. I kidnap them, I train them, and eventually they become better. That’s how it’s supposed to work, at least. I’m skipping a step at the end, but I’m not involved with that. I can’t be. I’m too good at everything else. It’s impossible for me to be good at that, too.
The point here is, Angeline needs to back the fuck up and re-evaluate what’s going on and who she’s dealing with. In fact, I’m going to show her right now. Whether I’m drugged or not, she’s made a big mistake.
I jerk my body up, intending to slam my cast into the side of her head, grab her throat, and pull her onto the bed with me. I’m going to straddle her and strangle her. I don’t know what I’ll do after that. Maybe I’ll fuck her after she loses consciousness. Maybe I’ll kill her. That might be a bad idea, because I don’t know where the fuck I am, but I’m beyond caring at the moment.
I start to jerk upwards, then I fall back to the bed. I am chained. Angeline chained me to the fucking bed. I can feel the weight of fetters digging into my stomach and my chest and my other arm and my legs. She left one arm free, the one with a cast, but that’s it. What the fuck am I supposed to do with one arm? She’s too far away for me to hit her, and I overestimated myself in my drugged state, anyways. I can’t move fast enough. If I wasn’t chained, I might be able to overcome my sluggishness with strength, but I’m not and I can’t.
Fuck you, Angeline. Just fuck you.
She smiles at me sweetly. I think she must be amused, because I sure would be if I were her, but she doesn’t look it. Her eyes are soft and impassive, just staring at me. I don’t like how she looks at me. It’s like she’s fucking obsessed or something.
“Are you hungry?” she asks. “I have soup for you.”
“I don’t know how the fuck you expect me to eat it,” I say.
“I will feed you.”
At that, she gets up and goes to the bedside table. I can’t even see the fucking bedside table. Where the fuck is that rain coming from, too? This room is driving me crazy.
I strain my head to the side, because at least that’s not chained to the bed. There’s a window, and it’s raining outside. Then I realize it’s raining twice. There’s two rain sounds. I keep turning my head to the side, enough to see Angeline picking up a tray with a bowl of soup. Next to the tray is some white circle art box thing. It looks fancy, and just looking at it pisses me off.
There’s a speaker on the front of the box, or that’s what it looks like. The sound is coming from that. It’s some ambient noise machine, spouting rain and wind chimes at me.
“Can you turn that shit off?” I ask her. Why am I asking her anything. Turn the fucking noise machine off, Angeline. Do it, bitch.
“It is relaxing,” she says. “It will calm you.”
“I’m anything but calm, love.”
“Mistress Angeline,” she says, correcting me.
She thrusts a spoon into the soup and lifts it up once it’s full, then slams it against my mouth. Thank fucking God it’s not hot anymore, but I’m pissed that she just splashed warm chicken noodle soup all over my face.
“I thought you said you were going to feed me,” I say. “What the fuck was that about?”
“Noah, you are incorrigible and rude.”
“You fucking kidnapped me. You bit me. You slammed my head against a fucking wall. What the fuck do you want from me, love?”
“Open,” she orders me, “your mouth.”
Fuck her. Fuck her and her fucking soup and this whole fucking thing. She can go to fucking hell.
Except I’m hungry, so I open my mouth, but seriously, fuck her.
She guides a spoonful of soup past my lips, and tips it into my mouth. I chew on the soft noodles and chicken, then swallow. She feeds me like that a few times, over and over again. She looks pleased as fuck with herself right now, but it’s just in her lips. Her fucking eyes, they look so out of place, like she’s blind. She’s not, though, she just doesn’t seem to look at anything, doesn’t seem to see it.
Maybe I can reason with her. Maybe I can try something different. She’s a female, so I think it’ll work.
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