He’s better than most in bed, but all of that doesn’t save him from the box of nails I put his heart into. He is a voodoo doll trapped beneath my spell, as I stab my needles into his heart and hope to hurt him like he did me.
But he will never hurt like I do.
He will never feel the wrath and pain that I do.
And all I can do is sit here in my self-pity, like my idiot mother, and hold out my hands and ask for more.
RAVEN DARKWOOD
As I lie in this seedy hotel room bed, staring up at the ceiling, I can’t help but wonder how I end up in these types of situations. How I let a man I barely know tie my wrists above my head without so much as a negotiation. How the rope burns around my wrists and leaves bruises against my skin because he lacks compassion.
He’s not amazing, but I’m not looking for a good fuck. I’m looking to feel something. Just a single moment of feeling wanted, worshipped, and told I’m pretty.
I want to feel like I truly mean something to someone, to anyone.
I want to be accepted for who I am.
My ex-boyfriend, Savino, cheated on me with my best friend, and all I have wanted since I was a kid was to find someone who truly loved me.
Elise, the friend who is letting me stay on her couch, has an idea of a lifetime. To have me go onto a stage to be auctioned off to vampires to become their Donor and Blood Servant.
But there are only two vampires I have my eyes on: Damiano Capello, my ex’s dad, and his underboss and boyfriend, Alessandro Accardi.
DAMIANO CAPELLO
Being told Raven Darkwood needed us was not something I thought I would ever hear from Alessandro’s lips. And staring at the gorgeous woman in her short PVC dress only makes me crave her more.
The way it barely reaches her knees and shows off her hourglass figure. Staring at her thighs, all I want to do is sink my nails into them.
So, why not use my powers for a little game?
I feed my thoughts as vivid images into her mind, and watch her not so subtly react to them.
I want to graze my fingertips along the inside of her thighs and spread them apart to slowly run my tongue along her wet pussy. I want to trail kisses up her inner thighs and sink my fangs into them. I want to make her scream and beg for mercy. I want to see her gain confidence and own a room like she deserves to.
The vampires in my club are going absolutely feral with each rising bid. Everyone on stage reeks of excitement, but dear, sweet, Raven is in over her head.
I can practically smell her anxiety, and I back off the images I had gifted her and watch her slightly catch her breath.
She always hated being on display. Never once had I seen her hold her head high and act as if she was a Goddess. Never once had I heard her compliment herself, or accept one. She deserves so much better than the world has given her, and I want to give her that. We want to give her that.
ALESSANDRO ACCARDI
Working as Damiano’s underboss left me little time to spend alone. On top of that, we hadn’t had a Donor in a long time and it was quickly becoming evident we needed one.
The way Damiano carries himself and owns a room is impressive and only makes me want to fuck him harder.
Today had been no exception, with the number of sit-downs we had, and finding time to be alone with him had been hard.
But we both want the same thing, to make Raven Darkwood see her true potential and know how amazing she truly is.
Box of Nails is a standalone MMF, poly, dark mafia romance novel with two vampire Doms and a mortal submissive. It’s full of BDSM, D/s, smut, violence, mental health rep, and more. Please check the trigger warning page. Your mental health matters. It is intended for 18+.
