Danica's Revenge

By M Kay Noir

Sometimes, it’s the Queen who must save her Knight.
Even if her Knight is considered the “King of the Underworld” by most.
But nobody knows their secret.
Nobody knows that behind closed doors, *she* is in control.

What is the only thing that brings a 6’5 kingpin to his knees?
Danica. Her name is Danica (25).
And she owns him.

When Dante (43) goes missing, it’s up to Danica to bring him back.
Just one problem—Danica’s suburban upbringing did not prepare her for any dangerous missions.
It hardly prepared her for dealing with normal life.
But she’ll stop at nothing to bring her “good boy” home.
Nothing.

Danica’s Revenge is a stand-alone dark romance following Danica and Dante’s dynamic.
It’s set after “Beg Me Please” and “Taming the King” but can be read without any prior backstory too.

The TWs read like a shopping list but the story includes full consent at all times.

There is beauty in the darkness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Kay Noir
• Release date: Dec 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215276518

M Kay Noir

M Kay Noir writes incredibly erotic yet wholesome femdom fiction. Her brand is kinky and kind – something she brings to all her writing.She believes that good writing can elevate any sex scene to the next level. That’s why she spends so much time researching and editing her work to ensure top-quality scenes. Just because it’s a spicy story, does not mean readers must settle for unprofessional books.Above all, Kay believes in creating a safe space for her readers to explore their deepest desires.Kay has been writing steamy stories since she for more than half her life, and has written millions of words over her lifetime as an international magazine editor. Whether she’s writing about engineering principles or BDSM – she believes in beautiful sentences that flow well.Her latest mission is to bring relatable gentle femdom to anyone curious or new to the kink community. Educational and arousing – that’s her mission.

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Danica's Revenge

A Spicy Mafia Novella

M Kay Noir

Danica's Revenge

Copyright @ M Kay Noir 2023

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Contents

1.Blindsided

2.Carnage

3.Business

4.Kneel

5.Controlled

6.Brother

7.Schooled

8.Aftercare

9.Service

10.Seduction

11.Infiltrated

12.Premonition

13.Double-Crossed

14.Liars

15.Lost

16.Confessions

17.Regret

18.Attack

19.Protector

20.Queen

21.Consumed

22.Forever

23.Desires

24.Gifts

25.Insatiable

Content Warnings

Bonus Content: Taming the King

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A Word of Caution

This book is intended for a mature audience only. It contains often-graphic scenes between consenting adults. (Consent first – always.)

Refer to back of book for full CW/TW list (on and off-page).

For those who find beauty in the darkness

(and for my loving husband, who finally found out what depraved things I write)

Book Playlist

It’s giving Touch Him & Die

Hayloft II, Mother Mother

Lonely Boy, The Black Keys

Indestructible, Welshy Arms

Freedom at 21, Jack White

Honey (Are U Coming?), Måneskin

Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge

This Modern Love, Bloc Party

Dark Necessities, Red Hot Chili Peppers

Forfeit, Chevelle

Lydia, Highly Suspect

Figure it Out, Royal Blood

If I Were You, Nothing But Thieves

Frayed, The Naked and Famous

Outta My Mind, Des Rocs & The Cobra

Scared Together, Silversun Pickups

Nina Cried Power, Hozier & Mavis Staples

You Are, Arid

Doing it to Death, The Kills

This Mess We’re In, PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke

Identikit, Radiohead

Smells Like Teen Spirit, Malia J

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Listen on Spotify (also via on mkaynoir.com/danica)

Chapter 1

Blindsided

(Dante)

Ihave no idea where I am. All I know is I have to find Danica.

I can’t see a thing, it’s dark around me.

My head feels fuzzy, dazed.

Pain floods through my bruised body, pulling me into the present. My face is sticky, cold—the familiar feeling of drying blood on my skin. I try to wipe my cheek but my arm won’t obey commands. I try again before I realize I can’t move at all. Ropes. Rough ropes cutting into my wrists. Of course.

But I can’t give up. I have to get to Danica before they do. It might already be too late…

Untie me, assholes! I demand, my voice failing to convey the authority I intended.

No response.

You’re going to regret this.

My threat falls on deaf ears.

I rock back and forth, trying to tip the metal chair, but it’s no use—it appears to be bolted to the floor. Fuckers.

I struggle for a few minutes more before my broken body forces me to accept the limitations of my situation.

How did this even happen? I still can’t piece it all together.

I remember sending Danica away. I remember picking up my coffee… Suddenly a huge commotion outside my study. Gunshots. So many gunshots. I'd jumped up, pulling out my weapon, ready to destroy whoever dared invade my home. But my movements had been slow, fuzzy. Too slow. There had been so many of them. I can’t remember how many now. I'd fumbled too long. The masked intruders had pinned me to the floor before I could fire a single shot. In vain, I'd tried to protect my face as they kicked the living shit out of me.

The last thing I remember was one of them grabbing my hair, pulling my bloody face off the floor. His Italian had been flawless. Native. "Curse you and your whole family, Don Fera." He'd spat in my eye before smashing my face into the floor…

It had all gone dark after that.

They should never have even gotten as far as my study. That’d never happened before. Not in all the decades the Fera family had lived on that property. There was so much security. So many guards. The dogs. The secret access codes.

How did they get in?

The answer is obvious but it’s not one I want to accept. There is no way into the fortress that is the Fera house without insider access. Even then, it would be near impossible to get past the other guards.

Someone in my inner circle has betrayed me. I sincerely hope my suspicions are wrong. But if I’m right, my Queen is in even more danger than I thought.

I pull on the ropes with all my might, desperate for freedom.

I need to get to her… I need to protect Danica.

My beautiful Queen. I wish my last words to her hadn't been so cruel. She didn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve any of this.

What I wouldn’t give to be home in her arms, wrapped around her petite frame, face buried in those large breasts I loved to suck on. She would take her black-rimmed reading glasses off, the ones that made her look like a high school teacher, push her shoulder-length, straight-cut dark hair behind her ears, and kiss my forehead like she’d done a million times before. She would tell me it’s all okay, that we’re safe.

But we aren’t safe.

We aren’t safe at all.

Chapter 2

Carnage

(Danica)

I’m scared.

When we finally arrive at the Fera mansion, the gates are flung wide open. They’re never open.

Hurry up, Carlo, I urge the driver, eager to find Dante even as I know I won’t find him at home. He’s gone. They'd phoned earlier to say they'd taken him. They took Dante. We'd rushed back but it was already too late.

I knew I shouldn’t have gone shopping. Things felt off this morning. Dante insisted that I leave, that I take two of the guards. Something had been bothering him. I could tell. I tried to push but he was an impenetrable wall—completely shut down. Please, Danica. I have to take care of something.

So I left. There was no talking to Dante when in work mode. I was furious at the time.

But I consoled myself with the fact that Dante always came back to me again. When he was ready, he would come crawling back—literally crawling on his knees, naked except for the beautiful collar that nobody else has ever seen.

What a magnificent sight it is to see a man that tall, that muscular, covered in tattoos and scars, crawling towards you, looking up at you with those intense green eyes, a curl of his thick, slicked back hair undone over his forehead.

My darling boy, I sigh, angst trapped in my throat. Where are you?

When we reach the top of the driveway, I notice that the front door is open too. There are many new faces milling about, shouting in rapid Italian. I don’t catch any of it. It’s been three months since I moved into the mansion with Dante to be his full-time Domme. But there is only so much Italian my brain can process —especially with my mind already overloaded from my studies.

Now the doctor has also arrived at the house—the doctor who stitched up my wrist on the night Dante and I met; that fateful night at the restaurant when he literally saved my life. I owe him so much. I still can’t believe how quickly things have moved since then. If you'd told me six months ago that I’d be living with the head of the Fera family as the commander of his body and pleasure, I would never have believed you. Now, the mere thought of losing Dante is enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

He takes care of everything. I want for nothing—things money can buy and those it can't. Nobody can serve my body the way Dante does, nobody.

He’ll be back soon, try to reassure myself. I wish I could believe it.

I jump out of the van even before Carlo fully brings it to a halt.

"Miss Matthews, please. Careful! It’s my job to keep you safe!" he shouts after me for the umpteenth time today. They’re always telling me how it’s their job to protect me. What about Dante? Why didn’t they protect him?

I feel like crying but I bite my lip to keep a strong face. Tears won’t help me now.

Fuck, I mouth under my breath as I reach the door. It’s complete carnage in the foyer. Two figures lie unmoving on the floor, drowning in separate pools of blood that have merged into one. I recognize them, unfortunately—it’s Marco and Gio, two of the guards. Dead. Where are the others?

Miss Matthews, a familiar voice turns my attention to the right.

"Oh God, Emilio.