Bred By The Bully

Breeding Season 8

Mira Davencourt sells her body to the devil…

When her only brother’s gambling debts get out of control, he turns to Drake Eastwood to bail him out. He’s the bully from her past, the one she’s tried to forget over the years. The ruthless businessman pays off Nigel’s debts, but he wants something in return—Mira. He demands her life, her body, and apparently her womb, but he’ll never have her heart. She reluctantly signs the contract to save her brother.

Drake wants to prove to Mira that he’s a different person from the bully he was in high school. He’s worked his way up the ladder of success with no help from anyone, only he didn’t realize how lonely it would be at the top. Now that Mira’s signed his contract, there’s no way he’ll let her go. She’ll breed his children and become his wife. In return, he’ll wipe out her brother’s debts and make all her dreams come true. It sounds perfect on paper, but life rarely goes according to plan.

Excerpt:

“You’re crazy,” she said, getting to her feet.

“Am I?”

The moment Nigel had walked into his office asking for money, he’d seen an opportunity he couldn’t turn down. The money was no doubt a bad investment, but it wasn’t enough to make him lose sleep over, especially as it had achieved what he wanted. Mira in his office.

“You want me to have your children?” she asked.

“Yes.” He opened up his jacket and rounded the desk so he stood closer to her. Mira may hate him, and that was fine with him, but her gaze kept on straying. She was attracted to him, and as far as he was concerned, he was more than happy with that. He wanted to fuck her, and this was years in the planning. He would have her.

She pushed her hair out of the way. The long locks could never be tamed, and he loved that she’d never gotten it cut. He couldn’t wait to run his fingers through the length or have it spread out across a pillow, or better yet, wrapped around his fist as he pounded inside her.

Fucking her was going to be a pleasure. He looked forward to having his name spill from her lips.

“This is crazy.”

“Or it’s a lifeline. You and I both know that pawnshop isn’t going to make it. Nigel went to other people for money. Only my name and my connections are keeping him alive.”

“You ordered to have his legs broken.”

“I still have a reputation to protect.” He winked.

She grabbed her head on both sides. “Oh, God, this isn’t happening.”

He watched her. The pencil skirt molded to her shapely hips and ass. He’d been with slender and curvy women. None of them even compared to Mira. He couldn’t wait to see what kind of treasures she held beneath.

“You said you were willing to do anything to save him.”

“Not have your children. I hate you.”

He smiled and closed the distance between them. She stepped back and he followed. There was no getting away from him.

When her back hit the wall, he slammed his palms at either side of her head. “You can fight me all you want, but you and I both know you’re turned on by me.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His office was a nice warm temperature and yet her nipples poked against the front of her shirt. The jacket she wore gaped open, and he knew she wanted him.

He put his fingers on her knee and slowly began to slide his hand up. She didn’t stop him, and he moved until he cupped her pussy.

Her panties were soaking wet. “Do I need to go any further to prove to you just how wet you are?”

“Drake?”

“I don’t believe in lying, Mira.” He slid her panties aside and found her wet slit. “Look at that. Soaked.”

She put her hands to his chest, but he stroked over her clit. Using his fingers, he moved up and down, preparing her, not penetrating, but getting her used to the feel. Her head fell back against the wall.

“I know what I want, Mira. I want kids, and I want you naked in my bed. Give me what I want, and your brother will be free. You’ll be the one responsible for his happiness.” He pressed his nose against her neck as he plundered her cunt with two fingers. She was incredibly tight.

She moaned, and the sound echoed around the room.

“I hate you.”

“Do you think I care if you hate me or not? I want what I want, and I’m going to get it by any means I have to.” He bit down on her neck, relishing her cries.

She started to thrust against his hand, and he groaned. He couldn’t wait to replace his fingers with his cock, but for now, he just needed to give her a hint of what it could be like.

Kissing down her neck, he didn’t care that clothes were in his way. He sucked on her beaded nipple, biting down.

When he thought he had her close to the edge, he stepped back, pulling his fingers from her pussy and his mouth from her tit.

He wanted to do more. To bend her over the desk and take her hard and fast. That would come soon.

Once she agreed to belong to him, her life as she knew it would cease. There would be no room for her to be anywhere else but at his side.

He had an insatiable appetite, and he’d been anticipating claiming Mira for some time.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, tasting her. Stepping back, he kept his gaze on her.

His cock pressed against the front of his pants, and it fucking hurt. He wasn’t a small man, but years of restraint and control made him sit down. “I proved a point. You want me, and I’m saying you can have me, but it comes with a price. Everything in life has a price.”

“My freedom for my brother’s?”

“And he’s getting a lot more than others would give him, believe me. I’m being more than generous.”

“You’re asking me to bind myself to you for life. There’s no way in hell I’d give you a child and leave it.”

“Do you think I expect only one child from you?” he asked. “I want four at least.” He intended to bind Mira to him in every single way.

The girl he remembered at school was just as passionate now. He had to wait, to bide his time, but he could have her. He was the one with all the power. She would have no choice but to bend to his will, and fuck if that didn’t turn him on even more.

He wanted her more than anything else in the world. Being close to her only served to remind him of all that he wanted.

Clasping his fingers together, he waited as she struggled to compose herself.

She tried to close her jacket, but the wet stain he’d left from his mouth was still visible on her shirt.

“When?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“When do you want me to start?”

“Immediately.”

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Published by Author Sam Crescent

Sam Crescent is a USA Today Bestselling author who is passionate about romance. She resides in the UK, and loves creating new exciting characters that take her on a journey she never expected. When she's not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc.

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