Book Title: Ira (Vendetta 4)
Author: Leigh Kenzie
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Temptation Creations
Release Date: December 3, 2020
Genre/s: Dark M/M
Trope/s: Dark M/M Mafia
Themes: Captive/Captor, Forced Submission, Kink, Non-con, Obsession
Warnings: Please be advised this book contains graphic violence, torture, and murder. It also includes non-con, psychological torture, and various kinks. The book also includes significant homophobic scenes. Some readers may find this material triggering. It is intended for a mature audience 18 years of age and up.
Length: 50 700 words
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Out of Nightmares can come Dreams
Blurb
Allesandro
My fury consumes me. Nobody is safe from it. I will bring my Emilio home. I will rebuild my empire. I’ll demolish anyone standing in my way.
Emilio
He thinks he has me beat. He thinks he’s in control. If there’s one thing Master taught me, I make my own destiny. I’ll claw my own way out and when I do they’d better prepare. Nobody has ever seen the likes of me.
What happens when vengeance and fury twist together?
Trigger warnings: Contains graphic violence, extreme sexual situations, and homophobic scenes. Please see inside for more warnings.
This is a continuous series. The first three books must be read prior to this one. Book 5 releasing early 2021.
Emilio POV
I try to be thankful that Peter didn’t shut me in the cage, but being locked inside his room is no joy either. I start thinking about what would happen if the house caught fire or shit like that. I’ve also spent time seeing if there is anything I can use as a weapon, because fuck him. My mind is clearer than it’s been in way too long. Instead, I deal with hands that occasionally shake or a headache that comes and goes. Right now, it’s backed off, and I’m not feeling that haze, so I want to take advantage of it. There’s nothing in here that can do any real damage. He must have taken things out before he left because even that evil lube is gone.
I pace back and forth, ready to get the fuck back to Master. I hope Allesandro is awake now. I want to kneel at his feet and have every worry taken away. I know Luca won’t give up on me, but fuck this waiting shit. That’s not what Master taught me. I need to find an opening somehow.
The door opens, and I immediately drop into a fighting stance. It takes a moment for me to realize that it’s Peter and to put my game face back on. I want to demand answers, but instead, I kneel immediately for my false Master. I want to avoid further punishments, so I tilt my head down like a good boy.
I feel Peter’s hands in my hair, but I don’t move as he caresses the now too-long locks. At least the shampoo he uses keeps it soft, but I hate the way he’s been trying to fit me into this mold of ‘his Lio’. If I belong to anyone, it’s Allesandro, but for now, I’ll play his game. I shudder as he continues with the gentle touches. I can’t tell which Peter is more evil, the one who touches me gently or the one who uses me so painfully.
“You can look up.”
At his soft whisper, I slowly raise my eyes. I don’t want to meet the monster’s gaze, but I bank the fire in me, trying to pretend to love him. I must be successful because his eyes soften immediately. He shuffles closer, and he touches my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world…yet he has no problem being cruel for no reason. At least when Allesandro put me in correction, there was a reason for it. Peter doesn’t care about correction. No. All he cares about is seeing me suffer. He must see a flicker in my eyes because he narrows his. I quickly rearrange my face to what I hope is yearning. If it’s there, it’s not for him, though.
“Stand.”
I quickly obey, knowing it’s in my best interest. I barely breathe, so when his right hand reaches out quickly and grabs me by the throat, I can only manage a small squeak before he cuts off part of my air supply.
“You’re not attempting to fool me, are you?”
I shake my head the little that’s possible and breathe deeply when he opens his hand. I fall forward, letting him catch me. It feels familiar to wrap my arms around him and cling there. When he rubs my back gently, I know I made the right decision. Then, like a flicker, it’s gone, and he’s shoving me away. His face is filled with hatred and disgust, terrifying me. This Peter is too new for me to make any guesses on how he’ll behave, so I stay still.
Wrong. Fucking. Decision.
Leigh is a dark M/M romance author from Texas with two needy terrors of terriers and a chaotic family. She considers coffee a major food group and her family fears broken coffeemakers. She writes in her spare time, forced to the keyboard by characters entirely too vocal in her opinion and often falls victim to plot monkeys. In between creating mayhem with her characters and friends, her hope is to transport readers to fictional places and provide darkness with a twist.
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