The Reaper's sons

WARNING: Adult content, recommended for readers 18 and older only. Contains BDSM relationship, erotic content, violence. The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," she left the key in her palm, metal and skin together. Ocean stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught her attention because of its resemblance to a dagger, so she took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growled in disgust. If she is lucky, she'd be unleashed by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward her destruction, Ocean grins and moves her hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of her neck as she stops directly in front of him. Ocean places her palm on his chest, guides her fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of her lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, the woman takes the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at her in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" she asks, grabs him by the collar, and pulls him closer, her lips lightly stroke his ear as she whispers, "It fits." ~~~ Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth.