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Castigo
By Leigh Kenzie

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Vendetta, Book 8

There can only be one Il Padrone. Every crime has a punishment. There’s no escape from the final judgment in this life. At the end of the day, there’s never another chance. Vengeance can only be claimed when retribution is handed out.

Emilio
I may kneel, but I’ll stand as well.

The fight to live and to claim what’s ours will not be left undone. There may not be many rules in this life, but break them and I’ll be an avenging angel on my Master’s arm. This Family is mine, forever.

What happens when vengeance is all that’s left?

This is a continuous series. The first seven books must be read prior to this one. This is the final book of the series.

Trigger warnings: Contains graphic violence and other material that may be distressing. It is intended for a mature audience of 18+ Please see inside for more warnings.

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Excerpt from Castigo:

Alessandro’s POV

“Undress.” My voice is as cold and unforgiving as this room. I’ve had the bed removed and it’s back to what it looked like when he first came here. He needs to understand his place. And that’s not hidden in his fucking office.

I gesture for him to stand where the manacles are hanging down. I remember the first time I had him here. The way he blushed, the fear pouring off his skin so fucking addictive. Yet…this. This level of trust. Even knowing he’s in for a hell of a time, he steps forward and raises his arms, letting me clasp the restraints around his wrists. I bend down and lock his ankles in. It’ll add an extra amount of pain, but I need him immobile. I need him to have no doubt that I control everything.

Looking at him, it’s almost impossible to remember that shy college kid who didn’t know the joys of a cock up his ass. But the way his dick lengthens as I ready him for his punishment proves he’s finally who he should be. There’s still fear lurking in his eyes. He knows it’s going to fucking hurt. But more, there’s acceptance and love. Now, it’s time for me to give him exactly what he needs.

I cup his cheek gently, the last sweet touch he’ll find here. Dropping my hand, I move back several feet, my stare devouring him stretched out and naked for my pleasure—and it will be my pleasure.

“Emilio.” The sound of his name is like a crack of thunder in the room. It’s not loud, but I so rarely call him by it anymore that he straightens even more than he’s already been stretched out. His expression is wary, and it should be. This isn’t going to be easy on him. “I tried to accommodate your need to grieve in your own way. Your need for answers. Instead of coming to me, you got lost. Lost in your head, and most of all, lost in your heart. You will acknowledge what has happened. You will grieve instead of pushing it all down inside.”

His mouth falls open, panic so strong I’m glad the manacles are there, or else he may fall down. Emilio gulps and nods slowly. “Yes, Master.”

“You can’t hide from me. You never could. You know better than that. I will break you of this need to be in control. I’ve done it before, and I will keep doing it—over and over again—until you remember that I will always be the one in charge. When you’re too much in your head, I will be here to remind you that you belong to me.”

“Yes, Master. Yes, Daddy.” There’s a shiny gleam to his expression, an appreciation that needs to be celebrated—as soon as I remind him of his place.

I turn toward my toys, ready to take him apart piece by piece. I bypass some of our favorites, the floggers and the toys that will bring him to the brink or over the edge of an orgasm. Instead, I grab the cane. The one he hates the most. I bring it with me, knowing he’s watching every move. I bypass his front, positioning myself behind him. I lightly run my fingers across his back, loving the shiver of pleasure he gives. He’s like a damn cat. And sometimes…sometimes curiosity gets the better of him.

I bring the cane back and snap a nice line across his ass. His screech is music to my ears. I didn’t give him any warning—nor warmup—and I lay down five stripes right after each other. I pause to let him catch his breath briefly. And then it’s another five. His ass is going to be bruised after this, but it’ll remind him every time he moves that I’ll be here.

It takes twenty-five. Twenty-five fucking stripes before he breaks. The cries change to godawful sobs, ones that come deep from the soul. His tears normally make me hard, but this? This splits me into two. The pain he’s feeling… I wish I could take it from him. Fuck. I press my hand to my chest, feeling the agony deep inside me, even when I try to hold it in.

Times like this…I don’t know whether to be grateful he’s helped change me or pissed off. My father would have thrown me into the black room myself if I couldn’t handle what happened. But fuck him. I’m tired of him living in my brain. If there’s one thing betrayal has taught me, these feelings can’t be hidden in blackness anymore.

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Cover Designer Books 1 – 7: Teased by Antonette
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Il Padrone

Vendetta del Cuore

Tradimento

Ira

Morte

Guerra

Valori di Famiglia

Castigo

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About the Author:
Leigh is a dark M/M romance author from Texas who writes villains of varying degrees. She considers coffee a major food group and her family fears broken coffeemakers. She writes in her spare time, forced to the keyboard by characters entirely too vocal in her opinion and often falls victim to plot monkeys. In between creating mayhem with her characters and friends, her hope is to transport readers to fictional places and provide darkness with a twist.


Contact with Leigh:
https://linktr.ee/AuthorLeighKenzie

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