Meghan Bell knows her sister, Rose, is trouble. When crime-lord Damon Travers arrives at their door demanding his money, she knows things are about to go bad. Her sister can’t pay, so it’s up to Meghan to make him stop hurting her sister.
She now belongs to one of the most dangerous men in the city. She’s a virgin, and he’s going to teach her everything.
Damon’s not particularly interested in having an innocent, but he can’t turn Meghan away. He wants her, and he’s going to have her. The moment he takes her cherry and feels her around him, there’s no telling how long he’s going to want her. Rose will pay off the debt she owes him, but with Meghan, he’s going to have fun.
Meghan doesn’t want to give this monster her heart, but how can she deny his soft side—the side that makes her feel like a queen? There’s no one else she could ever want.
But Damon’s life is dark and twisted, and it’s now a fight to keep the woman that calls to his soul. Will she give him all that he needs, or leave him?
Be Warned: anal sex, voyeurism, spanking
She got to her feet and gathered their empty bowls without saying a word. She was finishing up the dishes when Damon entered the kitchen.
“You’re a good cook.”
“My mom taught me, and it was simple. Not a lot of thought going into it.”
“Rex liked it.”
She wasn’t even going to respond to that.
Drying her hands on the towel, Damon made his move, pressing her up against the kitchen counter.
“You don’t have to like him, but he will take care of you.”
“I watched him hurt my sister.”
“You need to understand that your piece of shit sister needs to be hit. Come and join me.” He stepped away, and she watched him go.
Her heart pounded, and even though all she wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, she followed him.
He’d put on some music, and she waited as he poured out two shots of whiskey.
“Have a drink with me,” he said.
“I don’t drink.”
“One won’t kill you.” He held up the glass. “Come on, Meghan. Relax. Enjoy. You’re not going anywhere, so you’ve got to stop fighting this.”
She took a step forward and sipped at the liquid within the glass. It burned like fire as she swallowed it down.
He gave a little chuckle, which she didn’t like at all.
“You have to take your time with it.”
She wrinkled her nose and put the glass down, no longer interested in it.
He shook his head. “You ever drink, party?”
“No.” She sat down on the sofa with a sigh. There was a time she’d been a fun person to hang out with. That hadn’t exactly lasted long.
He used the voice that meant no arguing, just following instruction. Biting her lip, she looked up at him, and waited as he took a step toward her.
She was even more startled as he sat down. She saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against the front of his pants.
“I want you to strip for me. I don’t need a sexy dance. Just remove your clothes, slowly. I want to watch you reveal yourself to me.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I like it when a woman does as she’s told, and seeing you don’t have any other choice, do it.”
She gritted her teeth, but did as he asked, taking her time as she removed his sweatpants and his shirt.
The bra she wore was old, and Rex had made her go into the lingerie store while he’d remained outside. She had an entirely new wardrobe, and she couldn’t recall the last time she’d splurged on herself.
Once she stood before him naked, she wanted to cover herself but knew he wouldn’t like that.
“I love your tits,” he said. “Lift them up for me. Cup them.”
With him watching, she ran her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them up. Moisture pooled between her thighs as he continued to watch, occasionally sipping at his whiskey.
“So pretty. Let them go.”
She did so.
“Sit on the coffee table,” he said.
She gave a little gasp as her ass hit the cold glass. He let out a chuckle.
“It does take your breath away. Spread your legs open. Let me see that pussy I own.”