FALLEN SAINT
Volume Two
Monica James
Just as this nightmare began, I
once again find myself bound, destination unknown. However, this time, my
kidnapper is the man who shattered my world beyond repair.
Aleksei Popov—Russia’s number one mobster,
and the man I was sold to.
His intentions for me are clear—submit,
obey him, and call him master—but I won’t surrender. I’m not like the
other girls. Whether that’s a blessing or curse, I’ve yet to decide. The
problem is, my disobedience intrigues my captor all the more.
When we arrive in Russia, the
rules change.
Saint, the man who was once a sinner,
is my only salvation. What was forbidden now gives me hope that there is
light in the darkness. He will risk everything to set me free.
But behind these opulent walls,
things aren’t what they seem, and when the fine line between pleasure and pain
begins to blur, only one thing matters—saving my soul.
I will lie.
Cheat.
Steal.
I was once an angel, but now…I’m
a fallen saint, ready to inflict my own pain and burn this hellhole to the
ground.
Release
date: July 16th 2019
Series: All
The Pretty Things Trilogy, Volume Two
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Excerpt:
“Kneel.”
Without question, I slowly
rise from the bed and follow Saint to the middle of the room. When he positions
himself so Aleksei can see, I know what I have to do.
I drop to my knees and bow
my head.
“Oh my.” A stunned gasp
leaves Aleksei. “That is incredible. Just like a trained dog.”
A strong metallic taste
fills my mouth, alerting me that I’ve drawn blood by biting down on my tongue
so hard.
“What is your name?” Saint
asks numbly.
“Aнгел.”
“And who am I?”
“мастеp,” I reply softly, using my
hair as a veil.
“What? I can’t hear you.”
Before I have a chance to
reply, Saint reaches down and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I
arch my neck, locking eyes with him. The amber swirls mingle among the flecks
of green and set me alight. He is barely holding on.
“мастеp,” I say, louder this time.
“Good girl.” He releases me
while I sag forward in humiliation. “You know what happens when you disobey
me?”
“Yes, мастеp.” The truth is, I don’t
know what punishment he intends to deliver. He reveals what a moment later.
“Lift your dress.”
And just like that, I’m
transported back to the night when Saint first struck me with his belt.
I know for this to be
believable, Saint has to make the punishments credible. But the thought of
being hit again has me whimpering.
“I said lift your fucking
dress.” Saint’s tone is venomous. With no other choice, I do as he demands.
When I hear his belt being
unbuckled and threaded through the loops of his pants, I brace myself for what
comes next.
My back faces Aleksei, so
he has a clear view of my ass. My lace underwear leaves nothing to the
imagination, but it appears he wants more. “Take them off.”
I lock eyes with Saint,
begging he doesn’t force me to bow to this pervert’s demands, but he maintains
his apathetic façade. Yet underneath this disguise, I know he’ll always protect
me.
“With all due respect,
Aleksei, you asked me to show you, so please allow me to do my job.” Being
called a job causes me to flinch as
though he kicked me in the guts. I know it’s part of the plan, but it’s hard not
to get lost in the past.
“You’re right. Sorry. I got
carried away. Continue.” His politeness is beyond insulting, as he’s
apologizing for suggesting Saint strip me when he whips me into submission.
Saint walks around me and
kicks my legs apart. I suppress the need to scream. He doesn’t give me any
warning. I hear the vicious hiss slicing through the air just before the pain
hits me. With a loud grunt, I propel forward but remain kneeling.
My ass throbs from where
Saint brought down his belt, but I know he could have struck me a lot harder.
When he hits me over the back of my thighs, I whimper but remain upright. This
strike was softer than the first.
“Do you have anything you
want to say to me?”
Whack.
Tears sting my eyes, but I
refuse to cry. “I’m s-sorry, мастеp. I won’t disobey you a-again.”
Whack.
“Are you sure?” Even though
Saint barely breaks a sweat from hitting me, his breathlessness reveals it’s
taking every ounce of his willpower not to kill Aleksei.
When I hear the belt being
swung into position, I cry out, “Yes! Yes. I’m sorry. I won’t d-do it again.”
I brace myself for another
strike, but it doesn’t come. “Put down your dress.”
With shaky hands, I do as
he says.
Since I’m facing away from Saint,
I can’t see what’s going on, but I’m guessing from the silence it’s not good.
“That’s it?” Aleksei is far
from impressed. It seems he will only be satisfied when I’m crying out in pain
and begging for mercy.
“Yes. She submitted, did
she not?”
Silence.
The air is thick with
challenge. Saint’s methods aren’t satisfactory because Aleksei knows he could
have been a lot crueler.
“She fought me like a wild
cat. I think she likes you.”
My cheeks heat, but I
squash down my embarrassment because this exercise was supposed to convince
Aleksei otherwise. I quickly rack my brain, hoping to prove Aleksei wrong, but
Saint is two steps ahead.
“She fears me,” he argues.
“She doesn’t know you yet, but I’ve broken her. Just allow me to spend more
time with her, and I promise, she will fear you too. I’m the only
one who can break her.”
“Very well. But if your methods don’t prove
satisfactory, and I don’t see a change very soon, I will take over. Are we
clear?”
My blood turns cold.
“We’re clear,” Saint replies with bite.
“I won’t have her behaving like a rabid dog because
you know what happens to them?” Aleksei pauses while the room drops ten thousand
degrees. “I shoot them.”
Make no mistake, he’s warning us both.
Saint grips the back of my neck, hinting I’m to
stand. When I do, he leads me back over to the bed. He won’t look at me, and
the detachment has me getting onto the bed, desperate for them to leave so I
can process this on my own. Without him asking, I place my arms over my head
after I lie down.
A tear leaks from my eye when he cuffs me, but I
turn my cheek so he can’t see.
“Let’s go into my office. We have some things to
discuss.” Just as Saint moves to rise, Aleksei says something which has me
questioning how good of an actress I really am. “Gag her. You said she was
shouting earlier.”
You’re going to be a good little
girl, aren’t you, Willow?
I suddenly find it impossible to breathe.
I’m moments away from blowing our ruse when a
tender caress floats across my flank. Though it’s a subtle touch, it’s enough.
“That’s not necessary. She won’t scream.” Saint recognizes my panic; he knows
what memories claw to the surface when I’m gagged.
“I said gag her,” Aleksei perseveres, needing to
hold on to some semblance of control.
I know I told Saint to do whatever it takes, but
that’s my hard limit, so I don’t know if I can stomach that. But I should know
by now that Saint will always be the alpha. “Aleksei, you just said you’re
willing to allow me to do this my way. Are you going back on your word?”
I don’t know why his word is so important. He’s a
fucking criminal, for god’s sake. But I remember Saint saying that Aleksei
does hold some honor among his men. I can only hope he’s right.
“So be it. But if I hear a peep out of her, it’ll
be the last for quite some time.”
I gulp as his threat is filled with promise.
“She’ll be quiet,” Saint assures, speaking for me
as he knows I’m close to breaking. “Let’s go.”
When he rises from the bed, I turn my cheek to look
at him. But when I lock eyes with Aleksei instead, I realize I have to be more
careful. Although we have convinced him today, tomorrow may not be as easy.
Saint doesn’t look back and is quick to leave. I
soon find out why that is.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Aleksei blocks
the doorway while I watch on in horror. He’s going to kill Saint and make me
watch. We haven’t fooled him at all.
When Saint reaches into his pocket and produces the
key to my cuffs, I sense he has a plan after all. Aleksei seems disappointed he
surrendered it so easily.
Saint opens the door, hinting for Aleksei to move.
He eventually does but not before he grins my way. The gesture sends a shiver
down my spine.
This is only the beginning of things to come.
I was
kidnapped on my honeymoon by three masked men.
I was
told to stay silent and abide by their rules. But they didn’t realize I wasn’t
a victim…not anymore.
The open
sea was my backdrop for nine torturous days. During that time, glimmers of my
fate were revealed by a man with the mysterious chartreuse-colored eyes. He
should have scared me, but he didn’t.
He
intrigued me. And I intrigued him.
He
punished me when I didn’t listen, which was every single day. But beneath his
cruelty, I sensed he was guarding a grave secret.
And in a game of poker, no less.
My buyer? A Russian mobster who
likes to collect pretty things. Now that I know the truth, I only have one
choice.
And when one fateful night
presents me the opportunity, I take it. I just never anticipated my actions
would leave me shipwrecked with my kidnapper.
He needs me alive. I want him
dead.
But as days turn into weeks, one
thing becomes clear—I should hate him…but I don’t.
Ironic, isn’t it? He bears a name
that denotes nothing but holiness yet delivers nothing but hell.
However, if this is hell on earth…God, save my soul.
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Bio
Monica
James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare,
and Emily Dickinson.
When she
is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a
balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent
stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration
from life.
She is a bestselling
author in the U.S.A., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.
Monica
James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie
of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and
secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
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