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356 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 21, 2024
For all the readers out there, who want their bad boy to stay exactly as that… no redemption, no sudden softness, just one pure messed up psycho from start to finish.
“Her sentence still stands,” the main man says. “Of course.” Magnus replies, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on me through that golden mask, watching my reaction as he speaks, “I’m just going to take my time before I carry it out.” No. No. This can’t be happening.
But then, what can you expect from a man who apparently murdered his own wife on their wedding night?
“I’m going to break you…” he says so calmly, it makes the words coming out of his mouth even worse. “I’m going to carve away every little piece of what makes you, you, I’ll destroy every tiny bit of hope you have, and only when I decide you’ve suffered enough, will I grant you your death...”
Above them are the bronze masks. Brethren Women. Ones who’ve fallen foul of our laws, or, more likely, have fallen foul of their husbands. To wear a bronze mask means your time is limited. That your punishment is temporary. It adds a little fun to the mix, especially when you don’t know whose wife or daughter you could be playing with. But it’s the people in red masks that are truly fucked. Man or woman, for those unlucky few, there’s no escape, no limit, both to their sentence or to what can be done to them. It’s a free for all.
“Let’s both of us have a little fun then.” I declare. “Let’s make a wager. Whoever catches the bitch, can keep her.”
He slides himself out, I’m not wet, not in the slightest bit aroused and, as he slams himself into me again, I can feel my insides ripping with the brutality. Can he feel it? Can he feel how he’s violating my body or is all this pleasurable to him?
4.25 stars

I don’t want his attention, I don’t want his touch, and yet I crave it as if nothing in this world could ever compare.
