Devoted to the Dark

DEVOTED TO THE DARK DANCING WITH THE DEVIL BOOK 2 NICOLE YORK STAR KEY PRESS CONTENTS Description Insider Group Find Nicole York Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue About the Author Insider Group Copyright DESCRIPTION Daemon: Dark deeds. Betrayal. Blood. All at the hands of the woman I love and can no longer trust. She’s shown her cards and her loyalties lie with her family. My enemy. I’ll destroy her if I have to. Because only one of us can walk away from this. Her father has put a hit out on me. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with. I’ll bury as many as I must. My desire for revenge is as white hot as my lust. Damn her. She’s everything. And me? I’m the devil holding her hand and leading her straight into the flames. Elisa: I’ve been given a terrible task. If I succeed, the only person who has ever loved me will hate me. I should let him. He’s hurt me enough. But the desire I feel for him is powerful. He leads me to places my heart has never gone. I have to stay focused. If I falter, I’ll be giving my father what he really wants. A reason to finally put me six feet under. Not even my wicked lover can save me from that fate. We are destined to hurt each other. There are no winners here. I do what I must for my family, my survival, and my legacy. There is no love here for me. Insider Group Come take your spot on Nicole's Bad Boy Romance VIP list for info on all things romance. Join Here FIND NICOLE YORK https://nicoleyorkbooks.com/ CHAPTER 1 ELISA Trapped between two monsters. One, I’d feared my entire life. No one knew how to make terror ripple through my body quite the same way as my old man, Alexander La Rosa. Standing on the walkway leading to his enormous mansion in the suburbs of Chicago, I felt that fear pulsing through my body now. Tracing the upper stories of the dark, gothic structure, I felt it in my bones, that same feeling I used to get when I’d get up to use the bathroom at night in the dark, like someone was right behind me, about to pounce on me and tear me limb from limb. Father wouldn’t hesitate to do that now, not after what I’d done. The other monster was the reason I stood here now, shivering in the slight autumn breeze. Daemon Petrov, my dark angel, the man I’d been searching for since our encounter five long years ago in Boston, my hometown. Every bit as dangerous and fiendish as my father, Daemon had ordered me to get out of his home because he couldn’t trust me. The sting of his words cut me deep, like the thorny roses he’d used to whip my back. Unlike my father, I could forgive Daemon for his brutality. It was easy for me to overlook the evil that lived inside of him because I could identify with it. Neither of us had asked to be born into crime families where we were surrounded by murderous villains all hours of the day and night. I’d dealt with it my way, shrinking in on myself, becoming a weak ball of putty, and he’d become something stronger than the forces that threatened to destroy him. Still unable to move, I imagined how my father would react when he saw me back here. It had only been a few moments ago when he’d called and ordered me home, reminding me of what it costs when one fails him. If I didn’t start walking soon, he’d undoubtedly send someone out to fetch me, and that would make it worse. I thought of his new wife, Lillian, Daemon’s mother. She had been so kind to me during my short stay in the Petrov mansion. If she were here, perhaps she could make my father see reason. They’d only been married a couple of weeks, after all, and if they truly had romantic feelings for one another, she had to be capable of making him see that none of this was my fault. As always, I’d tried my best to do exactly what he’d wanted me to do, but I’d failed. And that was about to cost me. Lillian’s first husband had been a lot like my father. Why did Lillian insist on marrying these ogres? Konrad Petrov hadn’t even been dead that long. Murdered in his own cabin by his own son. The miserable bastard needed to die. I couldn’t blame Daemon either. How many times had I imagined myself doing the same to my father? Pulling a gun and ending my father’s life or stabbing him where his heart should be. I’d only hit rock, I was sure. With a deep breath, I did my best to surround myself with iron plating, the kind that wouldn’t allow the pain to get past. Whether it be from my father’s horrible words or actual blows didn’t matter. It all stung the same. If Daemon were here, would I be so afraid? Would I trust him to keep me safe? It was a stupid question born of the fact that I already missed him despite the fact that he was the reason I’d been brought back here. He’d sent me away, knowing what my father would do to me. How fucked up was my mind that I missed him despite the terror he was putting me through? The door to the house