V.E. Campudoni - Longing (BDSM Alpha Male Dark Erotic Romance)

Longing

The Masked Emotions Series: Book Two

V.E. Campudoni

Copyright 2016: V.E. Campudoni

ISBN: 978-1-6184-5393-8

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This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains material which may be considered offensive by some readers.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or yet to be born, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.

Published in the United States of America.

Introduction:

Enzios longing for Lana is an endless, aching need. She is his drug. But Lana wants Enzio as her loving Master and Dom 241 as the masked brute of a man who takes her roughly and shows her no mercy as he exhausts her sexually. With complimentary tickets to The Looking Glass, Lana spends as much time as she can with Dom 241, causing Enzio to doubt her love for him, knowing that she craves the beast with the bullwhip. But a determined Enzio decides that if its Dom 241 that Lana wants, then that is who she will have.

At a party at The Looking Glass, Lana is chosen as the nights captive. Blindfolded by Dom 241, she is escorted to the center of a bed where he ties her arms and legs to the four posts with a nylon rope. As he moves between her legs, she waits in eager anticipation as the muscular Dom with the sculpted body looms over her, holding a flogger and ready to reward her as only he can.

While Enzio struggles with Lana, old demons return and enemies begin to surface, a client obsessed is stalking him and waiting impatiently to have him, and a competitors club threatens his multi-million dollar business.

Dedication:

For My Family.

Acknowledgements:

To my late father, Victor M. Campudoni, Sr., who passed away before he had the chance to see my first book published; my niece, Naralyn Lopez; Paul Griffin, who never stopped believing in me or my story; and Beau to Beau Publishing for giving me this opportunity.

Chapter One:

Breakdown

Marie sat in the office and looked around. The room was painted in a sandy brown, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced Pine Street. On the light oak desk sat a laptop, an open notebook, and a stack of papers under a diamond-shaped paperweight. Framed on the wall all around her was a series of pictures of Enzio and two women, and there was a large leather swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books based on various S&M tactics and methods stood in the far corner, yet with another series of framed photos of her, Lana, Enzios parents, Lanas parents, and another beautiful woman she had never met.

She began to think about what had happened an hour ago. To her it seemed like a surreal dream. Enzio is Dom 241. It was something she was still trying to process. He had walked into the room, thinking that she was Lana, and confessed his love for her, and even though it crushed her to hear him say it, seeing the look of shock and pain on his face was much more painful for her.

She did her best to console him as he cried in her arms. He was so vulnerable and broken, and all she could do was hold him and say nothing. Ten minutes later, Mistress Rachel stormed into the room alongside a shirtless muscular man wearing glasses. Rachel looked at the people who were gathering in the hall and shouted at them, shortly before slamming the door shut. Rachel then looked at Marie a bit angry, and rushed to Enzios side. She tried to talk to Enzio, to hold him, but he kept on crying.

Then Mistress Joslin ran into the room and practically shoved her out of the way, and held onto Enzio. Talk to me. What happened? she demanded, but he just buried his head deeper into her chest, and she held onto him a bit tighter. She looked up at the two people standing over her. Marcus, take over Enzios client list for tonight.

Of course, House Mistress, he said, before hurrying out of the room.

She then looked at Rachel. Open the service entrance, she cried. Well take him out away from prying eyes.

Rachel quickly nodded and hurried to a wall that revealed a hidden door. Lets go, baby, she whispered into his ear, and he pushed himself off the ground, but just as they were about to leave, he reached out and took Maries hand, refusing to let her go.

Joslin tossed Marie a glare, but her face soon softened. Come, she sighed.

As they walked between the walls, Marie heard the sounds of moaning, cracking whips, and rattling chains bouncing around them. She then walked down several steps and through a small hole, and entered an office. Joslin looked at her. Sit down and wait here, she said as Rachel entered a series of numbers on the wall before opening a steel door in the far corner, and they walked Enzio inside. That was almost three minutes ago.

When the door finally opened, Mistress Rachel walked out, wiping her eyes, before giving Marie a sympathetic look. Enzio said that your name is Marie, right? Marie nodded. Rachel sat behind the desk and asked, Do you mind telling me what the hell happened in that room? Marie didnt know what to say at first, but just then Joslin came storming out through the door. Who the fuck are you? she yelled, You were not supposed to be in that room!

Rachel looked at Joslin, Excuse me? she yelled, And who was supposed to be in that room?

Lana was, Marie said uncertainly, He thought I was her and he walked up to me without his mask on. He said that he loved her and when he saw me he started to cry.

Joslin placed her hand over her mouth and immediately ran back upstairs. Rachel, on the other hand, stood behind. She stood up and walked toward the bookshelf, taking the picture of Marie from the shelf before looking back at her. So whats your name again? she asked, placing the picture back.

MMarie, Mistress, she stuttered.

Rachel smiled. Please, Rachel will be just fine, she said, walking toward her. If you dont mind me asking, how do you know Enzio?

Were classmates, and Im Lanas roommate.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. And? she asked with a smirk which confused her a bit.

And nothing.

Rachel shook her head and sat on the desk, crossing her ankles before leaning forward. I could clearly see that you like him, she laughed, and Marie turned beet red. Its late. I will let you sleep in the guest bed tonight and well get to know one another in the morning.

Marie didnt utter a word. She just stood up and blindly followed Rachel through the steel door.

***

It was a quarter after 1:00 in the morning when Lana arrived at Austin-Bergstrom International. Despite feeling a little jet lagged, she kept having a nagging feeling that something was wrong. First she tried calling Enzio, but it went straight to voicemail. She then tried texting him, and finally tried calling and texting Marie. She even considered calling Nadia, but she didnt want to deal with her passive aggressiveness attitude at the moment.

When she walked out of the terminal, she tried looking for Samuel, but all she saw was an elderly man dressed in black slacks, a black sports jacket, a cheap button down shirt, and a thin tie. He was holding a sign with her name on it. Uh, hi. Im Lana Matthews, she said, readjusting her gym bag.