Novels by Inked Angel

Raven's POVI never saw Dominic again. Not since that day, when I’d run from that room feeling like my skin was on fire.For the first week, I became a ghost in the club. I memorized his schedule, or what I thought was his schedule, and made damn sure I was anywhere but there. If he usually checked the stockroom at ten, I was serving drinks on the main floor at nine-fifty-five. If he took his lunch in the back office, I’d be on my break, hiding in the staff bathroom with my feet on the toilet seat so no one would see my shoes.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time my pager buzzed, my heart tried to crawl out of my throat. This was it. He was calling me to his office to fire me. Or worse, drag me in there and make me look him in the eye while he told me exactly what kind of monster I was. I pictured it a hundred times; the cold stare, the way his jaw would lock, that low dangerous voice saying I’d crossed a line no one comes back from. Part of me almost wanted it. At le

Andrei shrugged, completely unbothered. That cocky grin was still in place. "I remember Bree because she's my favorite. The girl has got skills and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. And Pixie? I remember her because the dumb bitch tried to get into cahoots with your enemies. Nearly fucked you over with that information she was feeding them. I had to clean that mess up quietly, remember? So yeah, I keep tabs. It's my job, cousin. Your dick's business is my business when it threatens the empire." He said. I opened my mouth to tear into him again, but the soft click of heels interrupted. The flight attendant was back.Her blouse was still doing its best to contain her, and she’d unbuttoned one more button since the last time. It was subtle, but not subtle enough. She stopped beside my seat, leaning just enough that I caught the edge of black lace under white fabric."Gentlemen," she said. "We’re approximately thirty minutes from touchdown at Teterboro. The captain has turned on th

Dominic’s POVI lounged back in the wide leather seat of the Gulfstream and took a long swig of my drink. The steady hum of the engines drilled into my skull, reminding me of the fact that I was trapped thirty thousand feet in the air, away from the city’s grime and my own fucking thoughts. Andrei was sprawled in the seat beside me, already halfway through a glossy magazine featuring a spread on Italian supercars, a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee as he flipped the pages with lazy interest.We were somewhere over the Atlantic, headed back after handling some messy business in London, and instead of feeling relieved, a tight coil of anxiety kept winding in my chest. The closer we got to the city, the more my mind drifted to the club, and the less I wanted to walk back through those doors.The flight attendant appeared from the galley, with a tray balanced perfectly on one hand. Brunette,big tits straining against the tight white blouse of her uniform, and a pretty face painted j

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo

"What?" I groaned as he squeezed my tits hard."Tell me about her," he murmured. "Tell me about Sophie.""Right now?""Right fucking now."His cock rammed into me, hitting so deep that I could feel him in my stomach. The plug in my ass shifted with the force, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe."Roll over," he ordered. "I want to see your face when you answer me."I obeyed immediately. When Lucas used that tone, something in my brain switched off. All that remained was the part of me that wanted to be good, the part that wanted to please him. I flopped onto my back and spread my legs without thinking, offering myself completely. A dreamy smile curved my lips as I watched him slowly stroke his thick cock.Lucas was the kind of beautiful that made other men jealous and other women stupid. He had a sharp jaw, dark hair that curled slightly at the temples, and piercing eyes that missed nothing. It was one of the main reasons I was still with him; his devastating looks, combined with the

♡LAUREL♡Lucas’s thick cock drove forcefully into the back of my throat, triggering a deep gag that instantly made my eyes water. Thick ropes of warm spit spilled uncontrollably from the stretched corners of my mouth, running down my chin in messy streams before dripping onto my heaving tits below."Lucas," I moaned around his cock.His strong hand twisted into a tight fist in my hair, yanking my head downward as he forced even more of his massive length past my resisting throat muscles. At the same time, his powerful hips thrust upward from the bed, burying himself completely in the wet heat of my mouth.The filthy, wet, sloppy sounds of my throat struggling to take his girth filled the entire bedroom with obscene noise, perfectly blending with the constant loud squelch of the large vibrating plug buried deep inside my ass."Fuck, Laurel." He groaned deeply. His voice sounded raw and strained with pleasure. "That mouth. Jesus."I pulled off his cock with a wet gasp. Long strings of s

Horror flooded through me like ice water in my veins. I’d completely forgotten he was there.He had watched the whole thing. Every lick, every moan, every desperate roll of my hips against Laurel’s face... He had seen it all. His girlfriend had just made me come on her tongue, and he’d sat there the entire time completely focused on us.This was his thing, I realized with a sickening clarity that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time. This was what got him off. Watching his girlfriend with other women. Laurel had mentioned something once about Lucas wanting the two of us to masturbate together while he watched on video call. I’d laughed it off as a joke. She wasn’t joking.The shame hit me so hard my stomach twisted. I scrambled to my feet so fast the room tilted. My hand shot out to brace against the dining table and knocked over a fork. It clattered to the floor and the sound was deafening in the sudden silence"Sophie—" Laurel started, reaching for me.​I stumbled backwa

"Oh, Sophie," she moaned sweetly against my throat. "I've wanted to do that for a long long."Me too.The words echoed inside my head, but they never made it past my lips. My heart was beating too hard, my thoughts too tangled to form a coherent sentence.Behind her, somewhere in the blur at the edge of my vision, I registered the faint creak of Lucas shifting in his chair. It should have pulled me back to reality but Laurel's touch made it impossible. "You’re trembling," she murmured."I’m not—I don’t—""Shh." She kissed the corner of my mouth. "You don’t have to do anything but stand here and let me enjoy you. Can you do that, Sophie? Can you let me enjoy you for a minute?"My head nodded before I gave it permission.Her smile pressed against my cheekbone. "Good girl."Then she kissed me deeper this time, her mouth slanting over mine with more purpose. Her tongue slid in and I tasted the wine we’d been drinking, something fruity and sharp and entirely Laurel. The tip of her tongue

Laurel slid off Lucas’s lap. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood as she crossed the short distance between us. Suddenly she was right there, standing so close I could smell the faint vanilla on her skin mixed with the warm musk of her arousal."Stand up, Sophie,"she said softly.It wasn’t quite a command, but it wasn’t a request either. It was something in between—spoken with the calm certainty of someone who already knew how this moment would end. My body obeyed before my mind could argue. I pushed the chair back and rose on shaky legs.My heart slammed hard against my ribs. The wine glass I’d forgotten I was holding tilted dangerously in my grip. Laurel reached out and steadied my wrist with gentle fingers, her thumb brushing over my racing pulse."There," she breathed, easing the glass from my hand and setting it on the table. "Better."Her other hand came up to my face. The backs of her knuckles brushed my cheekbone slowly. I leaned into the touch before I could stop mysel

The table was set for three with candles flickering softly and casting warm light over the plates. Lucas stood at the counter pouring wine, looking unfairly good in his rolled sleeves and that undone top button revealing a hint of toned chest.He glanced over his shoulder as we entered. His eyes found mine instantly and that strange, unreadable expression flickered across his face again. Heat flooded my cheeks as his gaze held mine a beat too long, pulling the air from my lungs and sending an unwelcome flutter low in my belly. Get it together, Sophie. He’s just looking."Sophie, glad you could join us," he smiled. He handed me a glass of white wine and his fingers brushed mine just a second longer than necessary. The contact sent a spark up my arm. "Laurel says this is your favorite. I hope you like it."I mumbled a thanks and slid into my seat, trying to ignore the way my pulse refused to settle. Laurel took the chair right beside me, close enough that her knee pressed warmly agains

Kasey’s POV The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the reception, but the warmth I felt was entirely from the man beside me. We were finally husband and wife after two long years of waiting. My white dress still felt a little unreal against my skin, and every time I looked down at the simple gold band on my finger next to Landon’s, my stomach did a happy flip. This was it. Us. Forever. I spotted Darren and Ilya across the room, weaving through the crowd. My heart gave a quick, surprised squeeze. They actually showed up. I lifted my hand and waved them over. They noticed almost immediately and Darren nudged Ilya slightly before they both changed direction and made their way toward us. By the time they reached us, Darren was already smiling faintly. "Congratulations, you two." He beamed. "You came!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. I moved instinctively, stepping forward to him but Landon’s grip tightened, pulling me back against him before I could ev

Landon's POVI stood at the end of the aisle with my chest tight as hell, trying not to lose it right in front of everybody. Tears kept building up in my eyes no matter how much I blinked them back. I couldn’t help it.Fuck. Do not cry. Do not fucking cry.But Christ, she was a vision. The dress she was wearing wasn’t some puff of frothy lace. It was sleek like poured cream and hugged every curve I’d memorized in the dark. It had these long sleeves that went all the way to her wrists with delicate pearls that caught the light every time she breathed. The neckline dipped just enough to make my mouth go dry, and the skirt fell in a smooth, clean line to the floor, making her look like some elegant statue that had decided to walk. And the veil. A fucking cloud of tulle that hid her face from me, making me want to rip it off with my teeth.My eyes darted to the tiny hurricane in front of her. Hazel. Our two-year-old daughter. She was a perfect mini-Kasey from her riot of brown curls to t

Kasey’s POVHis lips pressed against mine softly."God, baby, you’re awake," he breathed against my mouth. "I’m so fucking glad. I thought—""I’m okay," I whispered, cutting him off before he could finish whatever dark thought had been sitting on his chest. I lifted my arms and hugged him as best as I could, wincing slightly when the IV line tugged at my arm."Are you hurt?" he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes moved all over my face like he was checking for damage. "Does anything hurt? Head? Stomach? Tell me—"Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Darren cleared his throat from the chair beside the bed."I’ll go grab the doctor now that you’re here," he said, already heading for the door."Thanks, man," Landon said without looking away from me.Once the door clicked shut behind Darren, Landon leaned in again and kissed me deeply. It felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, like every minute he’d spent thinking he might lose me had been bu

Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of

"You don’t mean that. He’s still your brother. Why the hell do you want to see him lose everything?" I muttered under my breath.Andrew stopped pacing. His face twisted like I’d slapped him. "He made me lose everything too, you little shit," he snapped back. "I’ve spent years trying to pay him back. Ambushed his shipments, sent shooters after him and his whole damn family. Hell, I even risked going after William Antonellis himself, hoping the attack would wipe out Vince’s heir so he’d know exactly how it felt when he stole my life from me."My hands curled into fists against the ropes."You sick bastard," I growled. He leaned in closer. "But your old man’s been too fucking lucky every single time. Slipped through every trap. Until now. Look who’s got the upper hand, nephew. Me."My stomach turned over. All those attacks that took my brothers from us… this bastard had been behind them the whole time. Every funeral, every scar, every night I stayed up wondering who the hell was gunnin

Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin

Time didn't exist in the dark.There were no hours, no days, and no way to measure how long I'd been drifting through the endless blackness. Sometimes I thought I heard distant voices that felt like they were reaching me from another world. Other times, I could have sworn I felt gentle hands tending to me, adjusting the blankets around my body or pressing a cool cloth against my forehead.Each sensation lingered just long enough to make me reach for it before it slipped away, dissolving into the darkness as though it had never existed.For what felt like forever, I drifted in that strange, peaceful emptiness. It was warm, quiet, and free of pain. A part of me wanted to remain there forever, where nothing could hurt me anymore.But the darkness refused to keep me.Something stirred at the edges of my consciousness, tugging me relentlessly toward the surface. I fought against it, desperate to sink back into the comforting void, but the pull only grew stronger until I had no choice but

The smirk on his face vanished instantly.A dangerous stillness settled over him as my spit slowly trickled down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, and when his eyes locked on mine again, every trace of amusement was gone. They had turned ice-cold."You filthy little—"The crack of his hand across my face echoed through the trees. The slap was so hard that stars exploded behind my eyes, and the sharp metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.I crumpled onto one elbow, desperately trying to blink back the tears that clung to my lashes. Before I could even catch my breath, he seized a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back sharply, forcing me to look up at him.​"Do that again," he growled, "and I’ll snap your fucking head off your shoulders right here.""Go on then," I managed to choke out. "Do it."​His expression shifted from rage to something dark and unhinged. He reached for the buckle of his belt and started undoing it."Oh, I’m gonna kill you, you little b

I watched them turn and run. For a few seconds, I could still make out their shapes weaving between the trees. Every step they took put more distance between us, and with it, any hope that I'd see them again. A part of me wanted to call out—to beg them not to leave me—but I swallowed the words. If they came back, we'd all die. Sam stayed at the back, constantly glancing over her shoulder as if she was trying to memorize where I was. Every time she looked back, it hurt a little more. I didn't want her to go. But I also knew she wasn't giving up on me. She was being forced to. She looked back one last time and our eyes met. I forced a smile, even though it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I needed her to believe I was okay. I needed her to keep running instead of turning back for me. It was the last gift I could give her. A lie. The lie that I'd find a way out of this. That we'd laugh about tonight someday. That this wasn't goodbye. But deep down, I alread

Mirabel sighed in frustration. "Believe me, helping you wasn't exactly at the top of my list tonight." Her gaze swept over the three of us. "If I had the option, I'd be halfway across the forest by now instead of standing here debating survival strategies with a cripple, a crier, and a half-breed." "Fuck you," Sam snapped. Mirabel ignored her. "The point is, four people moving together are harder to catch off guard than one. Four sets of eyes. Four sets of ears. Four chances to notice something before it rips your throat out." Her gaze flicked into the dark trees, then back to us. "Make up your minds," she said impatiently. "Come with me or don't. But I'd suggest doing it before one of them catches our scent and makes the decision for us." Another scream ripped through the trees. This one was much nearer than before. It was cut off abruptly, followed by rough male laughter and a low growl that made my stomach turn. Shit. Ee were running out of time. "Fine," I said. "We'll go

For a second, no one moved. Then the crowd exploded. Everyone surged toward the trees in a blind panic, shoving and stumbling over one another in their desperation to get away. Someone crashed into my shoulder. Another girl fell to the ground and immediately disappeared beneath the swarm of bodies rushing past her. I grabbed Sam's hand with my right and Teagan's with my left and pulled them after me. My bad leg screamed the moment I started running. A sharp pain shot up my ankle, nearly making me stumble. I gritted my teeth and kept going anyway. There was no point slowing down now. I could complain about it later. Assuming I survived long enough to complain. I fixed my gaze on the dark wall of trees ahead and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The forest seemed impossibly far away, even though it couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards. Ten minutes. That was all we had. Ten minutes before the hunt began. "Stay close," I said as we crossed into the tre

The first scream suddenly broke the silence. For one horrifying second, I thought the Lycan King had finally arrived. My head jerked up before I could stop myself, but I caught the movement just in time and lowered my gaze back to the floor. The soldier's threat was still fresh in my mind. I wasn't stupid enough to risk having my guts turned into dog food. The scream came again and I knew immediately that it had come from one of the girls in the crowd. A knot formed in my stomach. We had all been holding on by a thread since arriving here. Some of us were just better at hiding it than others. It was only a matter of time before someone broke. Unfortunately for her, she had chosen the worst possible moment. Through my peripheral vision, I saw the big, scarred soldier lunge into the crowd. He reached down and fisted his hand into her long, blonde hair. The girl wailed as he jerked her upward and dragged her across the floor like a sack of grain all the way to the front. Before sh