She stole from the empire. He’ll stop at nothing to reclaim her.
Forbidden Empire, an all-new scorching hot, enemies to lovers, dark
romance and the first book in The Sinful Gods Series from USA Today
bestselling author Sienna Snow is now available!
Esme vanished into the shadows of Vegas, taking a dangerous secret with her. Aidon,
ruthless king of the city’s darkest empire, is determined to hunt her down—and make
her pay.
But when he finally traps her, lines blur between hatred, desire, and obsession. Bound
together by mutual enemies and undeniable heat, they must navigate a treacherous
web of power, betrayal, and temptation.
In a city ruled by violence and sin, surrender is
dangerous, but escape is impossible.
Now, caught between revenge and irresistible attraction, Aidon and Esme must decide:
will they destroy each other—or rule the darkness together?
Forbidden Empire is a scorching dark romance filled with morally grey characters,
intense passion, and dangerous games. Perfect for fans of twisted love, gritty tension,
and power struggles that will keep you reading long into the night.
A special treat awaits: the optional prequel, Games of Deception. It offers a fast-paced,
high-tension glimpse into the power plays that ignite Forbidden Empire. Read it first for
additional context—or jump straight into Chapter One.
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As I strode through the vibrant, pulsating streets bathed in the glow of neon lights, I was a figure of awe, respected not only for my immense influence and wealth but for the empire I had constructed with my own two hands.
I demanded respect in every area of my life, and as a result, it was given to me by everyone I met. Everyone except Esme, that is. Damn, I couldn't shake the feeling that Esme had never truly respected me. If she did, she had a strange way of showing it.
Sitting in the quiet of my personal office in The Underworld, my mind spun as I fixated on the image of my nemesis and obsession on the screen.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, watching as she slipped into a private elevator at one of the most opulent resorts in the world.
I tapped the button on my laptop to replay the footage, my eyes narrowing in concentration as I scrutinized every frame. The video was grainy, and the angle was distant, obscuring her face more than I’d like.
However, I was sure it was her. There was no doubt in my mind, not even a little. Esme had a unique walk, one that no one else in the world could imitate.
She carried herself with the regal grace of a queen, her long raven hair flowing down her back, catching the light as she moved. Her emerald eyes, bright and sharp, scanned her surroundings with an alertness that suggested nothing escaped her notice.
But it was the confident sway of her curvy hips that was unmistakably Esme.
As I watched her stride purposefully toward the elevator in the grainy security footage, my cock twitched, a familiar jolt.
This was the last image of her we had recorded, a haunting video loop I examined for any missed clues about her current location. Each replay was pointless, but I still hoped to find something new.
I tried to tell myself I was analyzing the footage for details I might have missed, but deep down, I knew I was fooling myself more than ever. I pretended I didn’t ache for her presence. I convinced myself that the endless, restless nights, filled with tossing and turning, were unrelated to her absence.
And most of all, I tried to believe I could move on, that life would continue seamlessly even if I never laid eyes on her again.
But the truth was as persistent as the image of her in that video—inescapable and undeniable.
I was obsessed with finding her.
She’d fucking used me, betrayed me, and then disappeared.
Now, here I was, pressing the rewind button once again, at least the hundredth time, as my eyes traced every detail of her image on the screen.
My thoughts drifted back to the last time I saw her, her laughter echoing in my ears, the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips, the lingering taste of her lips.
Damn it all.
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