My Tormentor

In a stern voice, Nicholas warned, "Bella, don't resist me. You must submit to me." His words were laced with threat as he spoke. Bella, tears streaming down her face, pleaded, "No, I can't do this. It's not what I want. Please, no." She clasped her hands together, imploring him. "You belong to me now, and I can do with you as I please," he sneered, sizing her up with a malevolent grin. "I know we're not meant to be soulmates or destined for each other," she sobbed, clinging to that belief. Nicholas took a step closer, gripping her chin tightly and clenching his jaw. "Such notions are illusions. Forever is a lie," he spat out angrily. "No, please, let me go. I beg of you," she begged, desperation evident in her voice. "Once I've made you submit completely, you'll beg for more," he declared, then released her chin, sending her crashing onto the bed. The innocent Isabella Campbell, taken by the Italian mafia leader, Nicholas Pierce, found herself entangled in a web of emotions as his attention shifted from possessiveness to something more profound.