Complete Innocence Boxset
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Complete Innocence Boxset
A Dark Romance Trilogy
Stasia Black
Lee Savino
Copyright © 2019 by Lee Savino and Stasia Black
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Contents
Book 1: Innocence
Prologue
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
Book 2: Awakening
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
Book 3: Queen of the Underworld
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
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
A Note from the Authors
The Pantheon: Who’s Who
Also by Stasia Black
Also By Lee Savino
About Stasia Black
About Lee Savino
BOOK 1: INNOCENCE
I’m king of the criminal underworld.
I always get what I want.
And she’s my obsession.
Cora is new to the city of sin.
Her innocent blue eyes beg for me to claim her.
But I’m not the billionaire she thinks I am.
There’s a darkness within me.
And Cora is a shining light.
She’s beautiful. A virgin.
I’m ruthless. A beast.
She found me for a reason.
She’ll be my queen.
I’ll give her everything that her heart desires.
Except for one thing.
Her freedom.
She’s mine to keep, and I’m never letting her go.
Prologue
Cora knew she was dreaming.
She stood on the rooftop of a high-rise, goosebumps rising on her skin at the glorious view. Beside her stood the man who gave her everything, his face shadowed.
“It’s beautiful.” The city lights glittered like jewels in a black velvet night. The whole world laid at her feet.
“It’s mine,” Marcus told her. “Everything you see belongs to me.”
She wore a red dress and heels with slender straps winding up her legs. Her wrists bore silver cuffs. Her ring flashed red as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Everything?” She leaned against the ledge, striking a pose. The old Cora, country girl Cora would never be so brazen. The old Cora was a sheltered virgin, sweet and naive.
The old Cora was dead.
Marcus’s footsteps echoed as he stalked to her. “Everything.” The lines beside his grey eyes crinkled.
He grasped her hips and lifted her onto the ledge. Giggles escaped as her chest tightened. Before her stood the man she loved. Behind her, a dark expanse. An endless chasm.
“Marcus.” She clutched his broad shoulders. The wind ripped at her garments and tugged her golden hair.
He caught her wrists and forced her hands back.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her fingers fluttered. The garnet in her engagement ring caught the light.
Marcus moved closer as if to kiss her. She angled her face towards his—
—and he shoved her off the ledge. Her hands reached for him, her dress streaming around her floating body as Marcus grew further and further away.
The night rose up, surrounded, swallowed her. The city lights swirled, a dizzying kaleidoscope. One by one, the lights went out and Cora tumbled into darkness.
Cora jerked awake. Marcus’s dark head was on the pillow beside hers, the shadows under his eyes lighter with sleep. The sight of him anchored her, grounding her spinning senses, the weightless sensation. If she closed her eyes, she was still falling.
Smoothing her pillow, Cora settled in. In the dark confines of Marcus’s bedroom, she was safe.
Safe from everyone but him.
One
3 months earlier…
Cora sat coloring with little Timmy when his parents started up in the other room. Again.
“You know I hate this shit, Diana. I don’t see why I have to go.”
“Maybe because I expect my husband to support me when my firm wins a big case!”
Cora grabbed her phone and turned on the playlist Timmy loved best. He was three years old and apart from the occasional tantrum, he was a sweetheart. It wasn’t his fault his parents didn’t know how to use their inside voices.
The opening strains of I’m Walking on Sunshine started pounding out of her phone’s surprisingly good speakers, drowning out the parental dramatics in the other room.
“Rolly monster time!” Cora said, grabbing Timmy out of his chair and lifting him in the air. Whew, she was getting some serious ab and arm muscles out of this job.
Timmy giggled and she breathed out in relief. Distraction managed.
She put Timmy on the floor and he immediately assumed the position, laying down on his back in the center of the play room. Cora cleared out the toys around him so he had a clear space to move and wouldn’t hurt himself
by rolling over stray Legos and magnatiles.
“Cora rolly monster, too,” he demanded, except he couldn’t say his ‘r’s so it came out sounding like ‘Cowa wowy monsta too.’
Cora pursed her lips like she was thinking about it, but she grinned and dropped to the ground, lying down next to him.
“You ready?” she asked.
“Yes!”
“All right. Staaaaaaaaaaaaaart rolling!”
They both started rolling across the floor. The giggles began immediately. The playroom was huge, especially considering the Donahues lived in the prime real estate of the Upper East End. They could afford a live-in nanny like Cora, so they obviously weren’t hurting when it came to the bank account. Too bad the money didn’t seem to be able to buy them happiness.
Timmy finally reached the wall and Cora kept on rolling until her body smashed into his. “Uh oh! Collision! You know what this means.”
Timmy squealed when she started tickling him.
“You gotta escape and start rolling again. That’s the only way out.”
She shifted him so he could wriggle over the top of her and off the other side. He started to roll away.
“Chase me. Chase me, Co-wa!”
“Oh I’m coming.” She gave him a fair head start before rolling, her long blonde hair catching crazy static electricity the more she did it.
As she finished a roll and started to twist into another, she caught sight of a figure standing in the door and yelped.
“Daddy!” Timmy cried. “Daddy, come play wowy monsta with us!”
Cora yanked down the hem of her shirt that had ridden up and got to her feet.
Mr. Donahue was looking at her, not his son. He was in his mid-forties, an architect who was always well-dressed and put together, if a little overly fond of hair gel. He was holding a glass of scotch. “Looks like you can have the night off after all. I decided not to go out.”
“Oh.” Cora blinked. “Thanks.” She had asked for the night off a couple of days ago. Some of her friends, fellow nannies she’d met at the park when she took Timmy every day, had invited her out. But Mrs. Donahue told her no because her firm was having some celebratory dinner tonight. Which apparently Mr. Donahue had just begged off from. Eeek. As desperately as she needed this job, the family dynamics could get seriously weird sometimes.
But who was she to judge family dynamics? Her and her mom qualified for the screwed-up family Olympics.
“Daddy. Daddy!” Timmy ran up and started tugging on Mr. Donahue’s pants leg. “Come play.”
Cora looked between Timmy and Mr. Donahue. He was always asking her to call him Paul but she preferred Mr. Donahue.
“Are you sure it’d be okay?” she asked, eyes flicking toward the door. Mr. Donahue noticed and glowered, taking a swig of his scotch.
“Go. Have a good time. You’re young. You deserve a damned night off now and then.” She flinched at his tone and he paused and ran a hand down his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry. Seriously. I’ll put Timmy to bed.” He offered a tired smile. “You’re officially off duty.”
Cora bobbed her head. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
She hadn’t done much else other than work, aka, spend time with Timmy, since she got to the city six weeks ago.
As much as she loved the little guy, she’d come to the city because she wanted to live bigger. To see the world. To have friends.
To live free.
She bent down and gave Timmy a kiss on the head. “See you tomorrow, monster.”
He made a roaring noise and she made one back.
She snagged her phone and hurried out of the room and up the stairs to shower and get ready.
She texted Helena when she got to her room: I can come tonight after all!
It was several minutes before Helena texted back. We’re meeting at The Styx at 10.
Ten? She was usually in bed by ten. Timmy was usually jumping on her face at five-thirty in the morning. Some days earlier.
Her thumbs moved clumsily over her phone screen. Unlike her peers, she hadn’t grown up with a cell phone glued to her side. She was still getting used to all the marvels of technology. Back at the farm, they hadn’t even had TV. Much less internet or cell phones. No, mom wouldn’t dare have any of the outside world corrupt her daughter.
Cora shook her head angrily and hit send on the message. Sounds great. See you there.
She pushed play on the music again, leaving it on the Timmy playlist. Smashmouth’s All Star came on.
Let go of the past. She wasn’t on the farm anymore. She was in the big city. Living on her own. She had a job, a cell phone, friends and now a night out on the town. This was what life was supposed to be.
Her head started bopping along to the music. Then her hips. Then she was dancing around the room and laughing, arms spread wide.
She was free.
And tonight she’d go dancing and maybe meet a cute boy. The whole world was in front of her and she was ready to meet it, arms wide open.
Two
3 Hours Later
How had it all gone so wrong, so fast? Cora lifted a hand to her head as the lights of the club swirled and danced in a crazy pattern. She shook her head and staggered, sluggish and bleary in the rowdy pit.
Helena. She needed to find Helena. Or Europa.
She was supposed to ask them if she could sleep on their couch tonight.
Because she couldn’t go home.
Ha. Home. What a crock.
It had never been her home. And now she couldn’t go back there.
Not after Paul had waited up for her and accosted her at the bottom of the stairs when she tried to leave to meet her friends.
The house had been dark, Timmy asleep and Diana still out at her dinner.
Paul had been drunk, that much was clear. He’d leaned against the wall of the foyer, blocking the front door so she couldn’t leave.
“You’re so beautiful, Cora. I think it’s time to stop with all the pretending.”
Cora had tried to edge around him and get to the door.
“I need to go, Mr. Donahue. My friends are expecting me.”
“Paul,” he said, slamming his hand to the wall behind her head, boxing her in. “How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Paul.”
His breath had been sour from the scotch. He’d reached up a hand to touch her face and she’d shoved it away.
“Stop it!” she’d hissed incredulously. “What are you doing? You have a wife! And a beautiful little boy.”
But he crowded her in with his body. “I can’t stop. I love you, Cora. You drive me crazy. Seeing this tight little body.” He put a hand on her waist and squeezed. “Hearing the shower earlier and knowing you were up there, naked.”
She tried to twist away from him but he grabbed her with both hands and shoved her against the wall.
He kissed her.
Or, well, she should say, he smashed his mouth against hers and tried to shove his fat tongue between her lips.
She’d kneed him in the balls and shoved him backwards. “I quit!” She’d fled with only her phone, the small bit of cash she had shoved in her bra, and the clothes on her back.
And she’d come here.
Only to find her so-called friends could barely give her the time of day. They were too busy flirting with guys at the bar. She tried to tell them what had happened. Helena made a few sympathetic noises, then said Cora should get drunk and forget all about it.
Cora had stared at Helena. What did she expect? She barely knew these girls. So they’d talked a few times at the park while their charges played on the playground. She’d built it up to be more in her head because well, she’d never had friends. It had felt monumental to have girls she talked to and hung out with regularly. But to these girls, she was no one. Barely a blip in their busy lives full of friends and lovers.
So, doubting herself, she’d wimped out of asking to crash at one of their places. She told herself she’d do it at the end of the ni
ght. Besides, maybe Helena was right. Maybe loosening up and having a good time tonight was the answer. Maybe everything wasn’t as dire as it all felt.
So she’d let a guy buy her a drink just like they did in the books and on TV—she’d been doing a lot of catching up in the last six weeks—and tried dancing.
But he must have gotten her order wrong. She’d asked for cranberry juice but there must have been alcohol in it because she felt weird. Really weird.
She stumbled forward and only barely caught herself from head-butting a chick who was dancing seductively up and down on a guy like she was a stripper and he was the pole.