Kidnapped on my wedding day.
Held by a monster who wants vengeance on my father.
Married to him against my will.
Take Me, the delicious and dangerously dark mafia romance from New York Times bestselling author C.D. Reiss is available now!
Mafia King, Dario Lucari spent years planning his revenge. Today, he executes it.
Kidnapped on my wedding day.
Held by a monster who wants vengeance on my father.
Married to him against my will.
Suddenly thrust into a world of betrayal, lies and deviance, all I have to do to escape is destroy everything Iโve ever loved, and love the man I must destroy.
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Excerpt
How can I still be here? I clutch the sharp piece of pottery under my glove. Itโs a safety blanket. A choice I can make in a situation where my decisions are meaningless.
Hovering in half consciousness, my eyes are closed when the door bangs open again and Dario enters, carrying a tall glass of water. He sets it on a dirty counter in front of me, then leans against the table, crossing one long leg over the other.
I get to my feet and approach the glass, wary but unable to stay away from it. Iโve never been this thirsty in my life; my eyeballs burn, and my tongue is cracked into layers of plaster.
Dario watches me silently, but as I reach out to take the glass, he slaps my hand away. Iโm already weak and dizzy, and the force of the blow makes me stumble and spin.
โPlease!โ I cry. I realize Iโm on my knees. I had intended to be strong, to refuse to let him see me suffer any more, but I am so, so thirsty.
โTake that stupid dress off.โ
I shake my head. Iโm past caring about modesty. I care about the dress. Itโs ruined, but itโs mine. I worked on it for months, my fingers numb from stitching, my eyes and back aching as I labored into the night. It may be the only piece of home left to me besides my own body, and I will not take it off.
He shrugs and picks up the glass of water.
I remain defiant.
He turns to go.
And when I feel the triangle of clay inside the wrist of my glove, I think, with blinding clarity, I cannot die here.
โOkay,โ I say.
He stops, turns around, but does not put down the glass.
I slip the dress off slowly, regretfully, because as awful as it looks, the fabric is still fine, soft and sweet, a reminder of who I was and what I expected so few sunrises ago. The gloves stay and so do the undergarments I wore to please Sergio because Dario just said to take off the dress and Iโm weak but not dead. Iโm not giving him anything he doesnโt ask for.
He places the glass back on the table. Then he sweeps a hand through the dust and dirt on its surface and sprinkles them into the water. I watch helplessly as it clouds over in the sunlight.
โDown to the skin,โ he says. โShow me every inch.โ
The suggestion in his command floods my dry veins with resistance.
โYou said the dress.โ I hold out my left handโthe one without the distorting piece of pottery under the glove. โGive it to me.โ
This time, he takes a discarded nursery container and pinches out white-flecked potting soil. He drops it in the water like a chef seasoning too heavily.
โItโs going to be mud soon,โ he says. โIf you arenโt naked.โ
โWhereโs my father?โ I squeak without spit. โDid he give you what you want?โ
โHavenโt spoken to him since the car.โ
โI donโt believe you.โ
โWe tried. He wonโt negotiate with outsiders . . . so . . . take off all your fucking clothes.โ
I do everything I can not to keep from crying as I lower my white lace underpants and slip out of my matching bra, hands shaking the entire time. I leave the gloves and garter, hoping theyโre beside the point.
โI know what youโre hiding in your glove. Youโre not going to kill me with a broken flower pot.โ
โIt wasnโt for you.โ
He nods with understanding but not compassion, as if knowing suicide is on the table adds to a data point and no more, then flicks his finger at me. I peel off the gloves. The shard clatters to the floor. I am now naked except for one thing.
โThe garter.โ
โNot that.โ I ball my hands into fists and look at the floor. โPlease.โ
He says nothing. I canโt see him, so I let myself hope that heโs considering letting me keep this one strip of fabric and elastic thatโs tying me to this earth, to my identity, to the one person who loved me like no other. Maybe heโll find it arousing.
Iโll risk it, even embrace it, for that glass of cloudy water.
The sound of a plop and a splash catches my attention, and I look up to see him slowly pouring a thin line of water onto the tile.
With a gasp, thoughts of my mother are gone, and I rip off the garter before I lose another precious drop, throwing it at his feet.
โThere,โ I say, finally bare before him, exposed as I have never been before a man.
My breath skips, and I finally cry, but I donโt have enough water in my body to make tears or snot over this destroyed momentโthe first time a manโs eyes see my skin, my nipples, my utter vulnerability.
The moment I took that dress off was supposed to be one of the most beautiful of my life. Instead, it is a violation.
He isnโt satisfied yet though.
โStay still,โ he commands.
He walks behind me, hovering for a moment before grabbing my hair and yanking it back so that Iโm gazing up into the cameraโs merciless eye.
โCan you imagine how good it will feel,โ he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck, โwhen I let you drink?โ He lays his other hand under my chin and slides it down as he speaks. โThat cold, sweet water sliding down your throat?โ
I nod helplessly, gulping what feels like a lump of garden pebbles.
โEven with a little dirt, a little dust, youโll take it all down, wonโt you? Youโre just about ready to beg for it.โ
โIโll beg,โ I agree with a voice I donโt recognize. โIโll do it.โ
โYou need it,โ he says, and I can feel the cruelty of the smile in his voice.
โPlease,โ I whisper. โPleaseโฆ pleaseโฆโ
โSay it for the camera.โ
Whoโs on the other side? His boss? My family? The entire world?
โPlease give it to me.โ
โLet me swallow it,โ he whispers thickly. โBeg.โ
โLet . . . let me swallow it all. Please.โ
โI know what your body needs. And what youโll do to get it.โ
And then, just as abruptly as heโd grabbed me, he spins me around so that Iโm facing him and he pushes me to my knees.
โThis will go much easier for you if you play along,โ he murmurs.
Iโm so weak and dizzy I almost tip over before he pulls me up by the hair on top of my head.
โSteady, principessa.โ With his free hand, he opens the fly of his pants, exposing the thick bulge beneath cotton underwear.
Heโs going to take it out and force me to taste his cock. Take it down my throat. Swallow his come.
Iโve spent my life waiting for this, and I donโt want it this way . . . but I want it. My body aches to just give up, taste whatever he puts on my tongue. I look up at him, offering whatever heโs willing to take as long as he gives me something to drink.
But he does not release his erection.
Instead, he pulls my head into his crotch. The fabric is damp on my lips, heavy and musty on my nose as he grinds into my face. And heโs hard. So hard. He forces the shape of his shaft along the opening between my lips, and I taste no more than an essence of him . . . but itโs enough. My clit fills and drops, weighted by a constant, brutal pulse of arousal thatโs timed to the way he pushes into my face, holding my head still.
My hands steady me against his thighs, then pull him closer.
I want it.
I surrender.
Iโll suck him for water or a glass of sand.
Why is he keeping it behind his clothes?
โYes,โ he growls, putting both hands behind my head and pushing me into his crotch so hard his erection feels like stone on my chin.
I put out my tongue, licking the damp fabric. He stops for a moment. His growl turns into a gasp, and the clothed organ against me pulses. A warm wetness gathers at my cheek.
Then he lets me go, and I fall back on my hands, gasping as I notice the thick wet stain where he came as I licked him.
โOkay,โ he says, zipping up. Heโs bored again, casual as he hands the glass to me by the top. โYou can drink now.โ
I do. I am shameless and desperate. I hold it with both hands and savor every drop, dirt and all.
He leaves before I finish, apparently not interested in watching me debase myself further.
I lie naked where he left me, legs in the letter K, bare skin on cold tile, the empty glass a few inches from my hand, watching the clouds form in the grid above me.
The door clicks and whooshes open. The room spins when I bolt to a sitting position. A tray of food, accompanied by a whole pitcher of water, is pushed across the threshold.
The door claps shut again, and the deadbolt smacked home.
I glance at the camera. Heโs watching. He has to be.
I should stand up and walk like a human, but by the time I finish making that decision, Iโm already crawling on my hands and knees like an animal.
The tray contains a plastic clamshell with a sandwich insideโpink meat spills from a circle of bread split into a pocket. Hushing the raging hunger for a moment, I peek into the pocket and find cheese and the familiarity of mayonnaise. A pink container of yogurt proudly proclaimsโnext to a bulbous strawberryโthat it has REAL FRUIT inside.
I rip it open, ready to suck it down, but I stop.
I stand carefully, my head still swimming not just from my hunger and thirst and poor nightโs sleep, but from what just happened. I walk over to my discarded pile of garments and put them on again: the underwear and bra, the ruined dress, my shoesโone close by and one under the camera. I slide the garter up my leg.
I leave the gloves and shard.
Then I put the tray on the counter, right a white plastic chair that matches the one on the roof, andโdressed in silk garments that were once a hopeful symbol of my purity but are now nothing more than a painful, ridiculous reminder of everything I have lostโI hydrate and nourish myself, dreaming of the day I escape the man named Dario with shadow eyes and an empty heart.
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Take Me by C.D. Reiss
Tanya’s rating: 4.5 of 5 stars
Take Me is the first book in the Untitled Series. I really do buy my books from the blurbs. Because that is what made me buy this one! I do love my dark and twisted mafia romances!
Dario Lucari is the โmafia kingโ. He is after his vengeance on Sarahโs father. So he kidnaps her on her wedding day.
My first thought was that it is going to backfire on him. It always does. Of course he falls for her. And of course this book ends on a jaw dropping cliffhanger! I love it! Except now I have to wait. Ugh!
Make Me is the next book in this series. I am hoping everything goes well for you CD Reiss because I need to read the next book soon! I have already preordered Make Me. I am ready to read it!
About CD Reiss
CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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