The Submission of a Mafia Princess
Blurb:
Duty, Respect and Honor thy Family...
As the only child of
notorious mob boss, Tony “The Chief” Azzari, Antonietta lives her life by this
mantra. Toni never questions the world where decisions are made for her, until
she meets Harley-Davidson riding bad boy, Braxton Malone. Ever since their
fiery first kiss all those years ago, she can’t deny the desire to submit to
his control.
Brax always knew he’d be
walking a dangerous tightrope if he fell for Toni, but like a moth to a flame,
he couldn't stay away. Barely surviving the wrath of the mob within an inch of
his life, a scorned Brax has vowed never again to allow a woman under his skin.
Three years later, Brax
is a top Dom at The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s posh BDSM club. When Toni
shows up to fulfill her fantasy of submission before being forced into a
loveless marriage, that vow is in just as much jeopardy as his life. Can they
overcome the crimes of passion from their past and change Toni’s fate forever?
Excerpt:
Toni lay in darkness, left alone
with her thoughts and listening to the air flowing in through her nose and out
through her mouth as Mia had instructed. Candles were one of Toni’s demands,
especially when she discovered the submissive pose would push her ass high in
the air. She couldn’t handle a harsh spotlight on her full cheeks. Even though
she didn’t want to admit it, the dim lights also served the purpose of keeping
her Dom of choice, Mick, as anonymous as possible. Not that she needed candles
for that; his last minute demand was to blindfold her. Something that they
hadn’t talked about while reviewing her soft and hard limits.
Toni
wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Mia left the room after preparing
her for the scene. She tested the restraints connected to her wrist bindings.
Only an inch or two of slack allowed her to shift slightly on the sumptuous
bed. Crisp linens cradled her shins, which were spread slightly. Deep breaths
pushed her leather-covered breasts into the soft mattress. Her position of
submission caused the leather strap between her backside cheeks to tighten
against her sensitized folds.
The
click of the lock and slide of the door caused every nerve ending to stand at
attention. Heavy footfalls sounded on the suite’s plush carpeting.
Concentrating on her breathing, Toni willed her heart to stay within the
confines of her chest.
Inhale
through her nose. Fingers caressed the back of her calf and eased her shoe off
her right foot.
Exhale
through her mouth. Her other shoe slid from her foot and a single finger drew a
slow line down the bottom of her foot.
Inhale.
The ticking of a zipper filled her ears.
Exhale.
Shit, the breathing thing wasn’t working.
Inhale
and hold. She squeezed her eyes shut. I can do this. I can do this.
The
floodgates opened with a sobbing exhale. “Fire! Fire. I’m sorry. I can’t. I
just...can’t. I thought I could. I thought it would be like before. But it’s
not.”
“Before?”
a low voice whispered. There was something about that voice.
“Yes, before.
With Brax. I’m sorry. I just can’t, not like this." A sob wracked her
chest and tears soaked her blindfold.
“Shh,
it’s okay,” Hands stroked her hair enveloping her into a comforting sensation
that was as familiar as breathing. She picked her head up and perked her ears
toward the source.
“Brax?”
“It’s
me, Antonietta. You’re safe.”
The
bed dipped next to her and the blindfold slipped off her head. She blinked a
few times to focus her eyes.
“Hello,
sunshine.”
“What
are you doing here?”
“Come
on, you know me a little better than to think I’d sit back idly and allow some
random man have his way with you.”
Toni
sat up on her heels causing her tethered hands to rise awkwardly.
“Here.
Let’s get you out of these.” Brax unhooked the restraints from her bindings and
took her hands into his. He untied the satin cords and slowly uncoiled them
from her wrists. Rubbing them in between his hands, memories came flooding
back. Back when she was his.
“You
look beautiful,” he said, surveying her body.
She focused
on his face, attempting to sear every feature of him into her memory: the
planes and light stubble of his cheeks, his tousled hair, and his eyes that had
always been able to read her like a book from the first day they met.
There
was so much she wanted to say, but it was pointless. “One night is all we
have.”
Brax
took her chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled her close. “I know.
Get up and get dressed.”
“Where
are we going?”
“Your
fantasy of submission starts now. No questions,” he said and playfully slapped
her ass. Grabbed his jacket from the chair, he strode to the door before
turning around.
“You
have ten minutes. Wear a dress and these.” He pulled a flash of red and lace
from the jacket’s pocket and tossed it to Toni.
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Author Bio:
Sandra Bunino is a
numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime
thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is
constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping,
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These days, Sandra
lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She
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