"Wrath" - Chapter One
A preview of my new Paranormal Erotica!
Alright my gelflings, it’s time to share chapter one of my work in progress, “Wrath”, Book One of my Fated to Darkness book series!
You can see the book announcement here if you haven’t seen it yet.
I have to admit, this book is both an exercise in my creative and paranormal erotica writing skills, but also cathartic as it's the first time I’m fully giving myself permission to let my own fantasies flow without judgement or hesitation.
As a reminder, this book has trigger warnings. It is intended for 18+, and will have poly and kink themes woven throughout, lots of sass, and characters of the morally grey type.
Enjoy my loves!
P.S., keep in mind, these chapters have not gone through professional editing and may change as the story is written. Once the final version is set and the book has a publishing date, beta readers will get their hands on the first copies before it goes to the public for print.
Chapter One
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Lilly ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
“Fucking great…” I mutter under my breath as I pull my jacket hood a bit further over my head, narrowly missing a puddle of who knows what as I make my way through the decrepit alley toward Liam’s apartment.
“For a guy making millions off my dad’s dirty work, your ass should be living in the Hollywood hills… but no… you have to live in the worst fucking alley in L.A.” The smell of diesel and grim fills my nose as I hurry faster down the darkening buildings towering overhead. I continue glancing over my shoulder every so often to make sure I’m still alone.
As night falls, the neon of the city gives way to its dark and sinful nature. The underbelly of LA is as treacherous and mysterious as the secrets I carry. Forced to carry is more like it. Fuck you dad… fuck you for putting me in this mess.
I never wanted this. I never wanted any of it. But then again, my dad never gave a damn… the business is all that mattered.
As I neared the back of the alley, I could just barely make out the large metal door hidden behind years of graffiti. “Fucking finally…”
I look around once more before placing my hand on the door handle. Locked.
“Of course it is.”
I look up at the barely visible camera hanging from the fire escape landing just above the door. “I know you see me, Liam. Open the god damned door.”
Silence is the only response as I wait for the door to unlock. Nothing.
“Fucker…”
Fine… be a dick. I don’t need you to unlock the door anyway.
Placing my hand on the handle once more, I breathe deep as I will the lock to turn. I hear the distinctive click and push inside, quickly locking the door again and ensuring there is no one else in the stairwell as I make my way to Liam’s apartment.
34 F was on the 5th floor. Not ideal, but also highly inconspicuous. I guess I could understand why he chose such a random space, but climbing five flights of stairs still sucked.
Reaching his door, I see the small, nearly invisible camera stationed just above the frame. Flipping the camera the bird before placing my hand on the handle, I give it a quick jiggle.
I'm not surprised it’s locked, but I'm also highly annoyed.
“Liam, I swear on everything holy if you don’t open this door right the fuck now I will turn your dick into a cockroach and crunch it under my boot.”
click
“Fucking right, you twat waffle.” I mumble as I hurry inside, feeling rather victorious.
The feeling of victory instantly gave way to panic and fear as my eyes made contact with the end of a handgun. “You better have a real good fucking reason for being here, Lilly.”
Liam Fury, dragon shifter. If I’m also being honest, he is the real reason my dad’s business was the most feared on this continent. Now, he was going to kill me.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Liam ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
One Day Before
“I won’t do it, Damian. I’m tired of shoveling your shit. I’ve done risky jobs for you, but not like this.”
I ran my hands through my hair, taking a deep breath.
For 10 years now, I’ve been the one to get the jobs done for Damian. This though… this was going too fucking far.
“Come now, Liam. It’s a job. It’s business. They took from us. They knew the consequences and they did it anyway. If we let this go unpunished, it’s only a matter of time before others come sniffing around and think they can take from us too. There is no weakness here, but if you fail in this, that’s all anyone will see. Weakness.”
Damian’s always spoke with the arrogance of a Wall Street aristocrat. Dangerous, cunning, and cold as steel.
I took my glass from the table, taking a long swig of the bourbon, wishing the heat took away the sinking feeling hitting me square in the gut. I looked up at Damian with pure hatred.
“I’ve been willing to do a lot for you, D. I’ve busted up assholes, tortured, hacked into your enemies corporate databases… I drew the line at killing a long time ago. We agreed… You have dark fae and demons at your disposal. Use them to do this one. We all have hard limits and this is mine.”
Damian stood, swirling the amber liquid in his glass and turning to look out at the city through the large glass windows of his penthouse. “Liam, I’ve come to you because you have never let me down. But if this is too much, I understand.” He took a long sip.
I eyed him wearily. Damian doesn’t let things go, and I did not doubt that this wasn’t going to end well for me. I knew it the moment I gave him push-back. But damn it, enough was enough. I’ve paid my dues to him and then some. This was too far.
“The fact is, I might not have the resources I need to continue keeping your sister safe if this matter isn’t dealt with quickly.”
My eyes narrowed, my dragon deep within my being dangerously close to the surface now, ready to fight. My nails lengthened and I could feel my black t-shirt and jeans getting tight as my body began to swell. A low growl escaped me from deep in my chest.
“Ahh… there’s the dragon I remember.” Damian said, his lip twisting up into a hint of a sinister smile.
“You promised she would stay safe.” The voice coming from me was more my dragon’s than my own—more growl than voice really.
“I promised she would stay safe in exchange for your loyalty.” Damian took another swig of his drink and turned to look out the window once more.
“I suggest you think long and hard, Liam, about just where your loyalty lies.”
I hated him. I hated that in order to keep my sister safe I was forced to lose myself. To lose my soul. Andrea didn’t even know I was still alive and she could never know. If she knew, or if anyone found out about her… let’s just say I have a lot of enemies that wouldn’t hesitate to kill whatever bit of my soul still remained by hurting her.
I steeled myself. There was no getting out of this and Damian knew it. I let out a heavy sigh, my dragon still primed, but my mind still in full control.
“One swipe of my claw is all it would take… he’s using us… he’s using HER…” My dragon, restless and itching to be let free to do what needed to be done.
“Now isn’t the time…” I did my best to calm him and gain back complete control, even though every ounce of me hated Damian as much as my dragon did.
“What’s the address?”
Later that night
I stood in my apartment, pouring a shot of bourbon, checking my surveillance cameras every so often while I tried to convince myself this was just another job.
Just when I think I’m done, Damian pulls this shit. It had been nearly three months since I’d heard from him. The last job I did had been brutal… torture and partial dismemberment of a few fingers and toes on a guy that decided he didn’t need to pay Damian anymore.
To be fair, it was a really fucked up move on his part, and stupid was an understatement. Damian had ordered the job to be done quickly, efficiently, and to “make a statement.” I delivered, like I always do, and Damian got his money.
The fact was, D. was the single most powerful loan shark, and not just in Los Angeles, but in most of the underworld. For a guy with no connections to the demons at all, that was a feat all its own. Not that he needed demon blood to be powerful. He possessed the powers of the Larkspur family, the single most powerful family of witches on the continent.
That’s why I went to him 10 years ago: to save my sister. The trade off? I’d never get to see her again.
Fuck… my… life.
The only good (if you can even call it that) part of my life was the blissful release I’d get at the bottom of a bottle of bourbon, which was exactly what I planned to do tonight. Damian gave me 48 hours to get the job done. For now, I’d spend the next few hours in a drunken abyss.
At least, that was the plan.
My heart started racing as I heard the alarm of the back alley door sounding. Setting my glass down, my adrenaline spiked as I saw Lilly making her way inside the building. “Fucking witch.” I growled as I grabbed my gun and made my way to the front door.
After a few tries of opening the door, her voice from the other side came through loud and clear, “Liam, I swear on everything holy if you don’t open this door right the fuck now I will turn your dick into a cockroach and crunch it under my boot.”
I hit the button under my kitchen counter and aimed my revolver I kept hidden in the kitchen drawer.
“You better have a real good fucking reason for being here, Lilly.” I said, as she shut the door.
Her head snapped to me and she pinned me with eyes so violet, they glowed even in the faintest light. Fuck I hated how those eyes made me feel. Like snakes and knots twisted inside me, but I didn’t want it stop.
I’d met her 10 years ago, when I had come begging for help to keep my sister safe. Lilly was barely 21 at the time. She was walking out of her father’s office dressed in leather, looking more like an anti-hero than a college girl. Even then, those fucking eyes did me in.
“Careful… he bites.” She said as she brushed by me.
“Maybe I do too.” I said, not even realizing what had come out of my mouth.
As she walked into the elevator, she slipped her sunglasses on and gave a knowing smile, looking more like a demon than the witch I knew she was.
“Make it hurt.” she said in a low, almost growl as the doors closed.
Trying to calm my dick down when I was there to talk to Damian Fucking Larkspur was one of my greatest achievements to date after the encounter with that creature.
Since then, Lilly and I had only had conversations in passing. I knew she had been working with her father more and more the past decade, cutting deals, and often being sent on more delicate jobs that required a more… shall we say… “feminine touch.”
I secretly hated it, but I also admired her grit and cunning ability to always make the job seem as easy as flipping a pancake.
I also hated the fact that every time I walked into Damian’s office, there was a large part of me that hoped I’d see her there. Those piercing violet cat-like eyes I fantasized about looking up at me with her mouth full of cock was an image I regularly fist fucked myself to, but I wouldn’t be disclosing that little nugget of truth any time soon.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I got the distinct feeling she despised her father as much as the rest of us. I never understood her reasons for helping him, and I wasn’t about to ask. Damian’s family had their secrets, just like the rest of us. He really was a fucked up S.O.B.
But, if she was here, there was a reason. And knowing her areas of expertise, there was no good reason for her to be here.
“Liam, I need your help.”
“You were two seconds from turning my dick into a cockroach if I’m not mistaken. Why the fuck should I help you?”
“Oh for fuck sake, I wouldn’t have actually turned into a cockroach… maybe a tic tac.”
I cocked the hammer of the revolver. “Keep making jokes.”
“Liam, you and I both know killing isn’t your style. If fear play is your kink, more power to you, but right now we need to talk and I need your help.”
I could feel my dragon just under the surface at the word kink leaving her lips and a spark of lust went through me.
Giving a low growl, I lowered my gun, and flipped the lights on. Instantly my eyes were drawn to her form, clad in tight black ripped jeans and oversized jacket. Her jacket was unzipped and I could clearly make out the tight white tank top under it, hugging her curves so perfectly it made my mouth water and my cock take notice.
Steeling myself, I stepped to the side, inviting her further into my apartment.
“Start talking.”
Her expression turned grave. “Dad’s dead, and I need to hide.”
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“Fucking right, you twat waffle.” I mumble as I hurry inside, feeling rather victorious.” Yah, that absolutely killed me! 😂 I’ve been ravenously consuming dark romance books lately, the fantasy concept isn’t something I’ve been privy to… until now! What a great beginning and so excited for the next chapter!!!