Serving the Wicked by Wendi Zwaduk
Book three in the Refuge series
Contemporary, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Paranormal Erotic Romance
M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Spanking
From Totally Bound Publishing
A scared human plus a vampire with a secret. Things could be better, but they could be a lot worse.
Raine can’t remember time before the darkness. She’s a human in a paranormal world where humans are a commodity, not people, and she’s been abused by the vampires. When she ends up at the slave auction, she fears her nightmare will never end.
Enter Casey. He’s part vampire, part Fae, dangerous and only has eyes for Raine. He saw her at the BDSM club before she entered the vampire slave world and he swore he’d rescue her. He buys her the instant he sees her on the stage. The innocence in her eyes, combined with the sweetness in her soul calls to him. He wants her to serve him in the bedroom and be his partner everywhere.
She’s been hurt, and he’s a born protector. Can they make the attraction last and turn it into something eternal or will the fear win out?
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, fighting and death, as well as references to forced sex and feeding from humans.
Available 8/31 from Totally Bound Publishing
©WendiZwaduk, 2021, All Rights Reserved
Raine? He liked the sound of her moniker more than the colorless number three. The name fit her—sad and pretty at the same time. Case rejoiced in the progress he’d made with her.
Raine tugged his suit coat tighter around her. She said nothing, but fear radiated from her.
Casey wanted to know what Lomax had done to her. The girl he’d seen at the club had been more open and free. She’d been happy.
If he’d had a heart, it would’ve ached for her. He remembered the number painted on her chest. Those fucking idiots would paint the girls. He flicked his fingers, removing the paint with his magic. No one should have spray paint on their body.
“Aren’t you going to ask my name?” Casey wanted to tug her into his arms and hold her until she relaxed.
“No.” She didn’t move. “You’re my sir. I should address you as such.”
“Will you call me by my name? I’d prefer it,” he said. “You’re not my slave.”
Her eyes widened.
“I didn’t pay for you to put you to work.” He engaged the engine. A ripple of knowing shot through him. No one would hurt her with him around, but that didn’t mean he wanted to draw attention to them by hanging out in the parking lot.
The vampires had destroyed so much land and with the world plunged into darkness, few felt safe. He possessed means and a safe vehicle, but he didn’t want to lag about.
Raine didn’t relax, but when another car passed his, she clutched his hand.
“You’ll be okay.” He wanted to explain why, but what if she were repulsed by him being part Fae? He’d been ostracized by most of the vampires because of his lineage. The only reason he’d gained entry to the auction was his money. They’d take his cash and ignore his undesirable family line.
She ducked down in the seat. “Will he come looking for me?”
“I don’t know what you want and I can’t figure out if you’re telling me the truth.” She left the stool. “I’d like that shower, though, please?”
He kept getting her right to the edge of opening up when she shut down again. Soon, he’d know her secrets, and she’d know his. He led her to the set of rooms along the back of the house. “In here. I’ve got towels, soap and anything you need in the drawers.”
“Even a flat iron?”
She’d volleyed a challenge. Nice. He liked her spirit. “If you want.” He turned the water on in the open stall. “I’ll leave you to your shower.”
“You can watch. I haven’t showered in ages.” She removed her filthy dress. “I used to have guards so I wouldn’t run away. I don’t know what it’s like to have privacy.”
Lomax used guards? Interesting. Casey spied the lines on her back. Lashings? “Were you whipped?”
She shuddered and didn’t turn around “I was told I deserved it.”
He touched the silvery scars. He remembered when he’d seen her at the club, she’d gotten off on being flogged, but not to the point of bloodletting. What she’d been through was abuse. She flinched when he touched her again.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ll never do anything like this to you ever.”
She tensed, but didn’t pull away. “Uh-huh.”
Soon, she’d give him her trust, and he’d prove not all vampires were evil. He wasn’t a nice man—more a son of a bitch—but not with her. She could be his salvation, and he refused to screw that up.