Seductive Sadist

Seductive Sadist VENGEFUL VILLAINS: BOOK SIX KRISTEN LUCIANI Contents Important Note To Readers Prologue 1. Skyla 2. Zak 3. Skyla 4. Zak 5. Skyla 6. Zak 7. Skyla 8. Zak 9. Skyla 10. Zak 11. Skyla 12. Zak 13. Skyla 14. Zak 15. Skyla 16. Zak 17. Skyla 18. Zak 19. Skyla 20. Zak 21. Zak 22. Skyla 23. Zak 24. Skyla 25. Zak 26. Skyla 27. Zak 28. Skyla 29. Zak 30. Skyla 31. Zak 32. Skyla 33. Zak 34. Skyla 35. Zak 36. Zak 37. Skyla Epilogue Meet Kristen Seductive Sadist © 2023 by Kristen Luciani This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Except for the original material written by the author, all songs, song titles, and lyrics mentioned in this novel are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders. All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or used in any manner whatsoever, via the Internet, electronic, or print, without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. For more information, or information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact Kristen Luciani at [email protected]. Cover Design: Book Cover Couture Editing: Allusion Graphics Photo Credit: Wander Aguiar Created with Vellum Important Note To Readers This is a dark romance that contains very triggering situations such as graphic violence and gore, graphic murder, graphic language, dub con, kidnapping, and explicit sexual situations, including anal sex, meant for an 18+ audience. Prologue ZAK I dart back through the tunnel, headed toward the locker room. Flashbacks from last night pelt me like paint gun bullets as I tear down the corridor. With my one free hand, I fist my hair. I can’t think about that right now. Kylian, my best friend, is always the first one out of the tunnel when we play at home. And tonight is homecoming. Coach Reeves pulled us aside yesterday after practice to let us know that scouts from Ohio State and Ole Miss would be here to watch us stomp the shit out of our rivals from Boca Raton. I rub the back of my head, trying to shut out the image of Skyla’s deflated expression when I mentioned the scouts to her last night. Last night. Fuck. What the hell was I thinking? Blurting the news was basically my dickhead way of pushing her out of my life and decimating any expectations she might have. Because there’s no future for me and my best friend’s sister, no matter what I’ve made her believe over the past few months. Her life is charmed, filled with promise. My life is the exact opposite. Being raised as the second to youngest sibling in a Russian mafia family with a group of brothers and sisters who could single-handedly hold off most small armies makes me different than everyone around me. Because I’m a target… for more enemies than I care to count. Most people I know don’t wear bull’s-eyes on their backs. But mine’s like a homing device, flashing bright red for the biggest scumbags in South Florida. And I’m destined to be hunted down by the same motherfuckers who killed Dad and Dima, and almost killed Luka, my oldest brother and the boss of our organization. Unless I shine like a super fucking nova tonight for those scouts. They’re my ticket outta Miami, far away from this life. Far away from Skyla. And far away from all the shit that dragged me deep into the pits of hell last night when I should have been resting up for the big game. Shit that nobody can ever know about, especially my best friend. I push open the black double doors. “Ky, what the hell are you still doing in here?” Kylian slowly turns away from his locker. His shoulders square, his eyes glow with fury. “What’s wrong?” He walks toward me, glaring at me with such disdain that I stumble backward into the wooden bench behind me. I don’t like that look on his face. “It’s our night.” I try again. “Why do you look so pissed off?” “Are you fucking kidding me?” He bares his teeth, fists clenched at his sides. “You really have to ask?” A chill slips down my spine. He gives me a hard shove, catching me off guard. “I know exactly what happened last night.” His voice is tight with anger. “You fucking cocksucker.” Shiiiiit. “You think you can have everything, don’t you? Free ride to college, NFL glory, every fucking pussy on the planet screaming for your cock.” He shoves me again. “What the fuck?” I shove him back with a grunt, my pulse exploding against my neck. How the hell did he find out? “Kickoff is in three minutes. We need to get the hell into the tunnel. We’ll talk later.” “No more talking.” He creeps closer to me. “You don’t scare me. Neither does your fucking thug-ass family. You don’t get to just take what you want because of your last name.” He shakes his head and lets out a sharp laugh. “Always so fucking entitled because people kiss your ass wherever you go. But Skyla’s different. She’s better than you. You don’t deserve her.” “That’s none of your goddamn business.” I grit my teeth, gripping my own helmet tight. But I let out the breath I’d been holding. He knows… about Skyla. And he’s right. She is better than me. That’s why last night never should have happened. Skyla and I both have goals. Hers is becoming a surgeon. Mine is making it to twenty-five without a hole blown through my skull because of shit my family has done. Things I’ve done. Things that haunt me like persistent little fucker demons