Secret Society Single Dad Alpha Male Romance
Secret Society Single Dad Alpha Male Romance
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“Undress and show me your scars,” he says.
I hug myself tight, glance over his shoulder. See the obstacle of my discarded heels at the foot of the rickety old bed.
He’s watching me when I return my eyes to his and when I lick my lips to speak, his gaze falls to them. I see desire in his eyes, and I think about all the women at the masquerade ball. So many who are so much more beautiful than me. More elegant than me. More Society than me. And I wonder why he chose me. What he’d want with someone like me.
“Isabelle.”
I blink, glance again at the open door before returning my eyes to his.
“Do you want to run for it?” he asks as if he’s just noted my interest in that exit.
I don’t answer. He’s playing with me.
“Freedom is just a few feet away.” He smiles wide and steps aside. “You’re considering it. I would too.” He extends his arm, gesturing to the door. “You can try, I suppose. You won’t get far, but you can try.”
I don’t move and all I hear is the pumping of blood through my veins, my ears ringing with adrenaline.
It’s a game. He’s playing a game. The voice inside my head screams. Every logical molecule of my being knows it.
“Go on. You want to.”
He’s goading me. He leans closer, cheek alongside mine, scruff brushing my skin, breath a whisper along my ear. “But if you do, know when I catch you, I will punish you. And I will catch you.”
I shudder at his words.
Fight or flight.
I know I will lose both fight and flight, but I’m not thinking anymore. Instinct has taken over. Survival is the goal, so I choose flight and my legs move. I spring forward knowing he’ll catch me, knowing I won’t make it or if I do, there will be a trap waiting for me. But I run anyway, and I hear his laughter, or is it a growl? The low rumble of a beast springing to action as his prey does exactly what he expects, what he wants, and the chase is on.
I sprint across the bedroom, muscles moving in a familiar motion. I’m a runner, but this is unfamiliar terrain, and when I step out into the hall, I pause because it’s even darker than it was earlier.
He doesn’t come after me, not right away. I know because I hear his chuckle. When I glance back, I see he hasn’t moved but the moment his eyes meet mine, he takes a step.
I bolt. He’s behind me but he’s in no rush. He’s taking his time. I run toward the stairs. I know the corridor runs farther past the stairs, but it’s too dark and I’m too scared to go there.
When I get to the stairs, he’s still down the hall. I can make it. Thirteen steps. I can make it. I take hold of the rail and run up, tripping in my haste when he calls my name, voice calm and taunting. I’m almost to the top though and I don’t need to look back to know he isn’t sprinting to catch up with me.
It’s a trap. A game. An excuse to punish me. I know it. I know it before my hand closes around the doorknob, know it before I try the door. I know it’s locked. And no matter how much I pull and pound, it won’t give.
A moment later powerful arms wrap around my middle. He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me back down the stairs, arms trapped, my back pressed to his hard chest. I scream. I scream and fight, half-crazed with fright as he carries me calmly, almost patiently, back down the corridor. That light at the opposite end somehow, impossibly, flicking on again, it, too, taunting me, blinking, as if watching the devil drag me back into that room.
He drops me onto the bed, and I bounce, the springs whining. He closes the door and not a hair is out of place, not a drop of sweat beads his forehead as he pushes his hands into his pockets, watching me. His expression dark and curious and unhurried as I get back to my feet and wipe my eyes.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I scream the words, but my voice has dried up, my throat like sandpaper.
He shrugs a shoulder. “Because I can. Now strip.”
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Tropes:
😍 Single dad
😍 Dominant Alpha Male
😍 Enemies-to-Lovers
😍 Forced proximity
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😍 Virgin Heroine
First, meet Jericho St. James and Isabelle Bishop in Devil's Pawn...
Jericho St. James hates my family.
Powerful, wealthy beyond belief, he’s the most dangerous man I know.
And I belong to him.
He’s taken me from my home.
He’ll make me his wife.
And he’s made it very clear I’ll be sleeping in his bed.
But my beast has a secret.
His one weakness. One that makes hating him impossible.
He has a daughter.
And he’ll do anything to keep her safe.
Then, once you're finished Isabelle and Jericho's story, get to know Ezekiel St. James in By Sin to Atone...
I crossed him. Now he owns me.
When I tried to blackmail Ezekiel St. James, I thought it would be easy.
Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with.
The moment his steel-grey eyes locked on mine, I knew the game was over.
He knew exactly who I was. What I’d done.
And he wasn’t going to let me walk away.
With his immense wealth and power, he had me kidnapped.
He could make me disappear.
I’m no easy prey, though, and it’s not just my life on the line. I have to protect my sister.
But when I’m hurt, he does the unexpected. He takes care of me.
In some twisted way, he sees his atonement in me.
Desperate and vulnerable, I need protection.
He offers his, but his terms are as grey as his morals. I’ll be his in every way.
I accept knowing full well the risk. Because when he touches me, my skin catches fire.
And there’s something inside me that wants to belong to him.
Once you've read the St. James Brothers, meet Santos Augustine, a mafia boss who will do anything to protect his queen!
Reading order: Devil's Pawn, Devil's Redemption, By Sin To Atone, By Blood To Avenge, Forgive Me My Sins
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