Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.
Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.
But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.
Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry.
Embarrassment had reached new depths. It was one thing standing in a room naked and getting whipped by a Dom you’d selected carefully and teed up your limits with. I had control over that. But this? Kneeling on the breakfast counter with my hands behind me and basically chained to the wall while wearing a wet, milk-soaked scrap of a dress?I wanted to sink into the floor. Even more so since I knew having them do what they’d done – stared and treated me like a pet they had to feed, had turned me on so much I was afraid to open my legs. I could feel how slippery I was down there.When Andreas excused himself and wandered off down the hallway to the toilet I relaxed some. One gone. Maybe now, I’d get freed. I braced myself for the evil I had to do, begging from him… Then I raised my eyebrows, in a hopeful fashion, at Chris.He deadpanned back at me.Shit. Did I have to whine? I was not whining. But I wasn’t game to speak. Chris’s suggestion of a piñata and the crocs hearing my beating had been ominous.The stool scraped on the floor as he stood.I managed a forced smile when he came to the counter and hopped up on it, sitting next to me with his legs dangling over the edge.“You were very, very good,” he drawled.I blinked and tried to stamp down on my awareness of the difference between him, free, a dominant man and inches from me, and me tied up. It was electric. Chris was the epitome of alpha male. In the past, his pale blond man-god good looks had always steamed up my female sex goggles in milliseconds. I couldn’t help holding my breath and giving my lower lip a tug with my teeth. Pure body reaction, I reminded myself, I still hated him. I did, I did.His slow perusal of my breasts and the trail of milk and cornflakes down my belly made me both melt into a sizzle of goo and want to snap out something like…like, I’m not your breakfast. Noo. God no. Need a spoon? Fuck no, not that either.Surreptitiously, I twisted one wrist, praying it was loose.He spotted that movement and his mouth curved. “It’s amusing, Kat. Watching you. Watching you and knowing I can touch you without you doing anything to stop me. Knowing you’re aroused too.”“I’m not aroused,” I ground out through my teeth. “Andreas will be back soon!” My glare would hopefully turn him to ashes.“You speak?” Gently he began to roll the dress up my thighs. I tensed and squeezed my thighs together. “Uh-uh. No hiding there. Open.”I glared some more.Chris moved in and nipped my nose. Shock hummed through me as his other hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing tight. Big hand, hard grip, small pains that did things to me. I squirmed on the spot.I hated possession like this – the casual owning of a woman bothered me, especially if it was me. But with his hand on me there, and the wrist bondage, with my arms pulled back out of the way, I had nowhere to go. Fuck. Hate you Chris.Yet what he did fed heat into my groin.“Open your eyes, Kat.”I snapped them open. Crap. I’d closed them without meaning to.“I knew you were turned on because you’ve dripped on the counter.”Mild panic to mortified in one second flat. Knowing he’d seen my moisture coming from me… I stared at him. Amusement, lust, and the satisfaction of a Dom who’s hit the humiliation and torture button flickered across his face.Bastard.His thumb swept over my breast teasing my nipple as he added in a matter of fact way, like it was a done deal. “I’m going to make you come now, Kat. If you don’t want Andreas to see, be good. If you’re bad, I can stretch this out forever.”
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Be prepared to stretch your limits people. Make Me Yours Evermore, is book #3 in Cari Silverwood’s Pierced Hearts Series and it’s darker, more twisted, and even more fascinating than the ones before it. Lines are crossed in a big way, enough to make me turn away a couple of times while reading. But no matter how disturbing, how provocative or thought-provoking this might be, Cari always sucks me back in and makes me want something I never thought I would crave.
“I’m going to get into your head right there. Where you can never ever get me out.”
Throughout this story, my mind was anywhere and everywhere. I liked a certain character, I didn’t like a certain character, it just went back and forth. Chris is a sadist, one that has just been given free reign of another human being. He has wanted this power for so long, he will do anything to keep it. He will keep dark, dangerous secrets from his best mate in order to keep him on this path. Andreas was in some ways the opposite of Chris, but as the story flowed we get these glimpses of Andreas coming to terms with how he feels with this situation, he starts to give in to this sense of wrongness about everything.
“Maybe part of this was that I also found her disturbingly sexy all collared and leashed. That scared me.”
I enjoyed coming back to Kat’s POV. Reading her point of view was fascinating. Having something forced upon you, and finding pleasure in that instance and absolutely hating the fact that you are indeed finding pleasure, it just pulls out a whirlwind of emotions and just throws logic and understanding out the fucking window.
“Control. I wanted it. Didn’t want to give it.”
I knew before getting in to Make Me Yours Evermore, that I wasn’t going to feel that romantic, beautifully erotic aspect. I knew it was going to be tough, gritty, kinky, and raw. The thing is, even knowing what you are going to get yourself into, you still will not be prepared with the level of intense S/m in the storyline. I know a lot of you who read my blog, know that I read my fair share of BDSM novels. This is NOT one of them. The scenes in this book are in no way consensual. I don’t recommend reading this series if you are not prepared to go darker and deeper than you have ever had before. These stories stimulated by mind rather than my body. This did not satisfy the romance bookie in me at all, but I can’t say there wasn’t the aspect of LOVE at all in this book. There were times when Andreas showed bouts of love, even if the way he showed it was not conventional. There were also times when Chris felt a little jealousy with Kat and Andrea’s connection, and sometimes jealousy can stem from love. Don’t get me wrong, there is no seduction here, just pure unadulterated lust for power and dominance.
Overall, this was another great installment in Cari Silverwood’s Pierced Hearts series. If you have read the first two books in the series, you have to know that Make Me Yours Evermore will not contain hearts, rainbows, and butterfly kisses. It contains hardcore, kinky, naughtiness. This author definitely stretches my limits as a reader, and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.
*ARC provided by the author*
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