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The Doll Face Series Book 1
BY SADIE GRUBOR w/a V FIORELLA
Most kids don’t grow up wanting a dead-beat dad. Those kids don’t understand how much worse it can truly be. How it feels to grow up wishing your father was a neglectful dead beat and not a living nightmare.
I did. I do. And my safest place is to hide among the monsters. So, that’s what I do. I blend into a sea of criminals and the depraved. Any of them are far better company than my father.
It’s been over two years I’ve stayed safe, over two years of keeping the balance, over two years of being someone else and living their life.
Then he walks through the dark red lacquered doors of my hiding place. His eyes searching, probing, and knowing. Now, this temptation swirls on the tip of my tongue, teasing my taste buds, making me want to confess all my sins to a man who could punish me and free me in the most wonderfully worst ways.
This isn’t a romance. This isn’t a love story.
This is primal. This is raw. This is obsession.
Sometimes, love is messy.
Editorial Note from V: Doll Face is a dark erotic tale suitable for ages 18+. This contains DARK subjects. If you require trigger warnings, guaranteed HEAs, are easily turned off by dark subjects, or just have any hard limit/requirement for a story, this isn’t the book for you (Check out The Falling Stars Series instead). If you like dark subjects, over the top obsessive controlling alpha males, and aren’t afraid of how bloody love can truly get… Then enjoy.
The Doll Face Series Book 1
BYBY SADIE GRUBOR w/a V FIORELLA
The serrated blade I’d held, as I turned all my malevolent desires onto one man—the man who starred in my childhood nightmares and marked me as a woman.
Uncaring about the water temperature, I twist knobs until cold water sprays my skin. The shock of it settles some of my impending breakdown. Wrapping my arms around my body once more, I lean back against the tiled wall. As the water warms, tears start to slip over my cheeks.
Sliding down the wall to the floor, I pull my legs to my chest and latch my arms around them. Face buried in my knees, I try to block it all out, to forget, but I’ve made a horrible mistake. The moment my eyes shut, everything plays out like a twisted snuff film in my head.
He wouldn’t approve. All the unnecessary mess. The thoughts burrow deeper into my mind. Father would never leave so many marks on perfectly good skin.
Rocking on the floor of the shower, I slap a hand over my mouth and stifle a sob.
Lifting my other hand, I open my eyes and expect to see his hair—the hair I still feel against my palm. Shutting my lids once again, the knife against his neck accompanies the scent of blood and fear I recall pouring out of Arman’s body while I made sure he remembered the fear of a young girl and the anger of the woman holding his life in her hands.
Another cry breaks through the hand on my mouth, recalling how I didn’t allow him to confess his sins or beg for forgiveness. Because he didn’t deserve that. His apologies fell on a bad girl’s ears.
The memories play out so vividly, so intense, a metallic scent fills my nose and teases my taste buds. Echoes of painful groans fill my ears, until they’re replaced by Saint and my moans of pleasure.
“Oh God!” The sobbed words slip between the fingers pressed to my mouth.
Daddy wouldn’t approve of the methods, but he would have been proud of one thing: I remembered his anatomy lessons.
Sadie’s darker side: V Fiorello
Where the black gummy bears come out to play.
Sadie Grubor is a Haribo Gummy Candy Whore & a foul-mouthed writer of smexy times and characters who typically have immature and inappropriate humor. Yes, this is a reflection of her. She can only hope you respect her in the morning, but doesn’t expect it.
At some point, she may offend you. Yes, she realizes this and owns it. Trying to change this outcome has proved futile in the past. It’s best to just let her trashy mouth weed out the classy folk. Everyone is better off that way.
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