Lucia Valdez knew she was hated by her family, which is why she was given away as a peace offering. Boone Grinder was not a nice man, and he had been making waves for the Bonaldi mafia for quite some time.
No one knew who this man was, what he did, or why he did it. All they knew, was he was responsible for making the streets run red.
Boone Grinder wasn’t your ordinary villain. He didn’t deal in illegal business, and the truth was, he wanted to be left alone. Only, they wouldn’t leave him alone. He saw the injustice that was happening to small businesses at the hands of the Bonaldi mafia, and he couldn’t stand by and allow it to continue.
Taking Lucia as his wife was the first step in their downfall. They believed they had insulted him. In fact, they had given him the woman he wanted. Before things get too far, he gives her a choice—him or her father.
It’s a wife’s duty to stay by her husband’s side. Boone has done nothing but show Lucia kindness, and given her a life she never thought possible. She will always pick him, and as for her family … it was their choice to let her go.
Elsie Santorini is on the run. She has no choice but to get away from her husband. He’s part of the mafia, considered one of the most dangerous capos, and he should have married someone the mafia accepted. She has heard the whispers. They believe her to be a gold-digging whore. An outcast. An outsider.
One woman in particular has told her it was only a matter of time before Massimo woke up.
Massimo knows his wife is in danger. By being his wife, it instantly puts a target on her head. He hated that she ran, but he has no problem kidnapping her, and taking her to his reclusive cabin where she would have no means of escape.
He will not let her go. The moment he met Elsie, she got under his skin, and there is no one else he wants more than her. She is the love of his life, and he will not give her up without a fight.
But what will they do when another woman is determined to tear them apart? Massimo will do whatever it takes, even if that means going to war to keep Elsie alive.
Excerpt:
Elsie Santorini didn’t know how her husband had been able to find her so fast. She was used to sneaking off without anyone being aware that she’d been gone. Years of growing up in the foster care system, bouncing from place to place, she learned how to run and hide.
She thought as an adult her days of running away were over, but it would seem not. Rushing into the apartment she had started to rent just this week, she scrambled toward the closet, grabbing her bag. She hadn’t unpacked. Again, another rule she had learned while being on the run from foster homes. Not all homes were bad, but most of them only had people who were interested in cashing in a paycheck. They had no care for the children they were supposed to protect. Most of the time, they didn’t care. The few that did tended to keep to the younger kids.
Elsie learned not to trust any of them.
The biggest mistake she ever made was getting comfortable, and the same problem happened with her husband. She got too comfortable.
Her hands shook as she quickly checked to make sure everything was packed. She had her passport, some cash, and she moved as fast as she could, heading toward the door only to come to a stop as it slammed open. Her heart started to race as she looked at him, the panic so close to the surface. She stared at the man she once thought of as her hero. He was not her hero.
They were a couple that should never have been. Most of the men and women within his circle didn’t like her. She was the outcast. She hadn’t known, when she’d fallen in love with Massimo, that he was one of the notorious members of the local mafia. He ran the whole freaking city and had businessmen, politicians, and so many more eating out of his pocket.
All she had been to him was a nice waitress. He came for coffee at the café where she worked. She didn’t know her boss was a rare friend to Massimo. It was the only reason he went to the damn café. She had thought it was because he loved her, but in recent weeks that had proven to be wrong.
His betrayal cut deeper than she ever thought possible, and she was used to being betrayed.
Nibbling her bottom lip, she stared at him, at the deep blue eyes she thought stared at her so longingly when he’d taken her virginity. They hadn’t been married when they had sex, but within forty-eight hours, he organized everything so they became husband and wife.
Elsie hadn’t been interested in his wealth or title. She had loved him, the man, the person who made her laugh, who took her on long walks through the park. The man who gave her his jacket because she felt cold. That was the man she fell in love with.
He hadn’t hidden his true self from her. On the evening of their wedding, he had told her exactly who he was and what he did. She knew he murdered people. Part of her knew she should care, but she also knew there were people in the world who didn’t deserve to live.
She had no doubt he probably killed innocent people, but she loved him more than anyone or anything in the world. She didn’t want to be without him. So, she ignored the warnings. Even when his people looked at her with disdain, he was there, always by her side. On her side. They called her many names—a whore, a gold-digger—but she didn’t care. Massimo loved her and she loved him.
“How did you find me?” she asked. She’d been careful in hiding her tracks. She was no amateur.
“I don’t know what made you leave,” he said. “Running around the streets without any protection is stupid.”
She shook her head. “I want a divorce!”
Even as she said those words, she felt like she was plunging a knife into her own chest. Tears sprang to her eyes.
“No,” Massimo said.
“You can’t do this. Just because you don’t want something, doesn’t mean I have to follow along with whatever you say. We’re not compatible, Massimo!”
“You’re wrong, or should I remind you of how good I make you scream?”
Beth Hunter isn’t happy. To save her brother from getting killed, she has no choice but to spend a month with Rome Hayes. Sounds easy enough, only this man is one of the most dangerous men in all of the city. He pushed out the Bratva, the MCs, the mafia, and every single up and coming crime lord, to get to where he is right now.
From the moment he saw Beth, Rome had to have her. There’s more to her than he thought possible. She’s a virgin, so very real, and she’s not afraid of him. She was only supposed to be a plaything. Which is why he never expected to fall in love.
His only problem is her brother. He’s selfish, self-centered, and is determined to do as little as possible to get the most reward. While Beth tries to save her brother’s ass, he seems determined to get her killed.
There is only so much Rome can do, and when her brother intends to kill him, and to put another group in power, it is up to Rome to take the next step. Will Beth forgive him for letting her brother pay the price? Or has Beth come to realize that her brother used her, and now it is time for her to be happy?
Excerpt:
She was a model citizen. Her parents were not. They were drunks, drug addicts with an addiction to not working for what they got. They wanted the easy life. It appeared that away from his parents, Ben was the same. He wondered if Beth even knew the reason he had his shit together back home for them, was the fact he worked for one of the biggest crooks in town. Ben failed to make his life work here, with his sister. He’d never been a nine-to-five kind of guy. He worked harder than his parents, but he also wanted bigger payoffs for less demanding jobs. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he reached out for Beth’s bag. She gave it to him, but he saw how nervous she was. Her hands shook as she handed him the bag. He rested it on his shoulder and took the stairs, knowing she would follow him. Her feet clicked on the hard wood of the stairs, as she followed him up. He’d gotten one of his staff to make up a spare bedroom for Beth to stay in. He had every intention of keeping this strictly about fucking; however, now that she was here, he didn’t want to keep her at arm’s length. Going to his bedroom, he opened the door and stepped inside. Tossing her bag into the closet, he spun around toward her. “You can put your shit up later.” He moved toward the bed. “Now, I want to see what I paid for.” “Paid for?” she asked. “Strip.” Beth’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t a patient man, and seeing as he’d spent most of the day with a raging arousal, he was going to see what now belonged to him. Women were forever at his disposal. All he ever needed to do was click his fingers and one would be there, on her knees, ready to suck his cock. Beth was different. She looked so nervous, and he couldn’t deny it, that nervousness was super cute. He wanted to take her right then and there. To bend her over something and fuck her raw. In that moment, he wondered how many men had gotten the pleasure of fucking her sweet cunt. There was no information about her love life; the cop had said there was nothing available. No ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés lurking. He found that very hard to believe. Beth was a beauty, with long blonde hair that clearly held a natural curl, and it wasn’t fake either. Full, lush tits she tried to hide in clothes that were too large for her. A small waist, but full hips and thighs. She was all woman. Some men might consider her on the large side, but to him she was perfect. She was all curves and softness, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. His cock was rock-hard. “Ugh, do you want me to clean anything?” she asked. “Take your clothes off, and I don’t like giving an instruction twice, Beth,” he said. She took a deep breath, and he watched as she fidgeted with her shirt. Again, it was two sizes larger than what she needed. He waited, anticipating, and then she lifted the shirt right over her head and showed off the fact her large tits were confined in a bra that was at least one size too small, which he didn’t like. She needed those beauties to flourish. The jeans were next, and as he watched her start to wriggle out of them, he realized her clothes didn’t fit her. He had a feeling she’d shopped for the nearest size she could find in secondhand stores. The jeans joined the shirt, and then she stood in a set of lingerie that should have seen the trash rather than her beautiful body. Beth stood, one leg seeming to curl over the other as if she was attempting to hide her pussy. “All of it,” he said. Her face was bright red. It was like she hadn’t been naked in front of a guy before. Watching her, Rome couldn’t help but feel aroused. There was something quite sexy about her movements, as she worked her bra off, followed by her panties. She also attempted to hide her beautiful body, but Rome wasn’t having any of that. Getting to his feet, he walked around her and then moved her toward one of the many mirrors he had in his bedroom. Beth’s gaze was averted, and he placed a hand beneath her chin and forced her to look at her reflection. “Look how beautiful you are,” he said.
Seven years ago, Vanessa Norma was taken and held for ransom. When something went wrong, she nearly died. Although someone saved her, she now has to live with the permanent scar and being known as damaged goods.
Diago is a monster. He is the villain in most stories. He kills without mercy.
The night he saved Vanessa, something happened, something changed. She was the first person to seek comfort in him, and now, he knows she is at risk of being sold to the highest bidder, as her father needs money.
No one will fight him. Everyone is afraid of him. So he takes Vanessa for his own.
Weds her. Beds her. Makes her all his.
But her family is going to die. He intends to kill her father for the sins he’s committed. He doesn’t care if Vanessa wants him to or not.
Excerpt:
Vanessa would never forgive them, but she was no fool. She knew what people in their world did to others. Once people were inside the mafia, there was no way out unless it was six feet under.
“Diago, a pleasure as always,” her father said, finally approaching the man who’d crashed their party.
The man himself took a second sip of whiskey and shook his head. “Tastes like piss,” he said.
His voice was so guttural, rough, and Vanessa quickly took a sip of her water to hide her smile. No man had ever insulted her father on his taste of fine wines and liquors. He considered himself a connoisseur on such matters. Her father would always buy the most expensive barrel or case he could find. She’d often heard people complain about the taste of such fine … alcohol. It was all crap.
Again, as his only daughter, she couldn’t express such opinions. Her father never wanted to hear anything from her.
Just this past week, he had taken her to a plastic surgeon’s office. He was hoping to remove the scar that had become part of who she was. He wanted her to go under the knife because he couldn’t marry her off.
She’s also been told that once the scar was gone, he intended to put her on a strict regimen to lose weight. She’d heard him complain about her fat ass. Sometimes, the walls were a bit thin, and she was able to hear entire conversations.
Vanessa watched as her father tried to compose himself at the insult that had just been thrown his way. She’d seen a lot of men and women get punished for such an insult, but not Diago. Her father was afraid of him, she was sure of that.
“I can find something more to your liking,” her father said, clicking his fingers.
She already saw a waiter headed toward him, but Vanessa didn’t see anything else, as Diago, for some odd reason, was looking straight at her. She’d lowered her glass during their interaction, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d seen her laughing at her father’s complete submission to this man.
Crap. The last thing she wanted to do was cause trouble. She remained perfectly still.
“Yes, you can offer me something new.” Diago walked straight past her father, and then headed in her direction. The whole party had stopped in their tracks and were now watching the man who was quickly closing the distance between them. She tried not to freak out or make a scene. She knew how much her parents hated scenes.
At first, she thought Diago was going to move straight past her, but that was insane. There was nothing but a wall behind her.
All too soon, he reached out and grabbed her arm. He didn’t tug, nor was his grip painful. Vanessa didn’t fight him. It seemed pointless to fight him. She simply followed him as he moved closer to her father. She still held onto her glass of water, but then they were in front of her father.
“I’m taking her,” Diago said.
“You cannot take my daughter.”
“Oh, but I can, and try to stop me, Norma. Just try it. You knew this was going to happen, and like I said, debts always need to be paid.”
And with that, Diago took her.
No one tried to stop him, and the truth was, with her heart racing, Vanessa didn’t want anyone to stop them.
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Blackmailing the Denton Girl is releasing April 9th. Pre-Order is now available
Blurb
Tamsin doesn’t want to be married. She ran away from home and started a new life for herself far away from any Denton. However, she knows there is always danger lurking. Mason Savonas is closing in, and she cannot fall into his trap.
Mason has no choice, he has to find Tamsin Denton before his father does. His father likes them young, and he has set his sights on the youngest Denton. He does not want war between their families, but peace. After finding Tamsin, he does negotiate. He will keep all of her secrets, and all she has to do is marry him.
For two years, Mason surprises her. He is the perfect gentleman. She wants to hate him, but little by little, she sees the true man that he is, and it is not someone she hates.
But there is trouble brewing. Mason could not kill his father due to the consequences, but he has just uncovered a loophole. Only Tamsin can kill him, and he will not ask his young wife to kill a man. Can she do it, or will it be too late to save everyone from all out war?
Jade Newton knows she’s not a beautiful woman. She’d been told all of her life that she didn’t have what it took to interest a man. After many failed dates, and embarrassing moments, she finally decides to call an end to all dating. On the walk home, on the final date, Jade is attacked. She tried to fend off her attacker, but it’s too late as the world goes dark.
One feminine scream, that was all it took to stop Braxton on his way from another kill.
He knows he should ignore it, but he can’t. Finding an unconscious woman in the alleyway about to be assaulted, he has no choice but to put a stop to it. Death is all he knows, and that is exactly what he offers.
As for the woman, he takes her to the warehouse where he is currently staying, and helps her.
She is not supposed to ask any questions. Her mystery man keeps on turning up. She doesn’t know his name, but she finds herself falling for the man who saved and protected her.
He needs to leave her alone. Jade is not part of his world, but Braxton finds himself going back again and again, and again. He cannot stop himself. There is no room in his life for love.
Or is there?
Excerpt:
He took a step toward her. Jade finally seemed to be wising up, because she took a step back, then another one, and another, until she couldn’t go anywhere. He had trapped her in the corner of her kitchen with nowhere to go. He pressed his hands either side of her, locking her against his body and the counter.
“You’re boring,” he said.
She rolled her eyes, and rather than looking insolent, she looked so cute. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
He smiled. “You’ve been told you’re boring?”
“Many times. Trust me. Throw your insults at me, mystery man. I’ve heard them all before.” She lifted her hand and began to list them. “Ugly, plain, bland, boring, waste of time. Not worth it. Can’t remember you. You need plastic surgery. Do you want me to continue?”
“You don’t need to, I got the drift. Were these said by some of those asshole dates?” he asked.
She nodded. “And my mother.”
Braxton frowned. “Your mother?”
“Yes, she didn’t want to give me any kind of false … feelings. She told me I wasn’t a pretty girl.” She shrugged.
Now he wanted to hurt her already dead mother.
“No woman should ever tell her child that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s cruel.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“You’re not ugly.”
“You don’t need to lie to me.” She shook her head at him. “I don’t even know your name.”
“What does my name have to do with anything?” he asked.
“If you liked the way I look, I bet you would have told me your name.”
He tutted. “You think you know ugly.” He took her hand and placed it against his face. “I know ugly.”
“No, you’re not ugly.”
He laughed. The man who had given him the scars when he was nothing more than a boy had promised him he would never be pretty again.
“Don’t lie, Jade,” he said.
She surprised him by cupping his face and staring into his eyes. “I don’t think you’re ugly and I’m not lying. I don’t like lying, and I will not lie to you.”
He found that incredibly hard to believe. Everyone lied. Why did she have to be so different? He didn’t get it. She was infuriating and annoying, and he was getting tired of thinking about her. Gripping the back of her neck, he had to destroy whatever he had built up in his mind, or in her mind. He had to end it.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he expected her to fight to beg him to stop, to demand it. He wanted her to hurt him, reject him, make it easier to forget him.
But she didn’t.
At first, Jade did nothing.
Her hands were still on his face, but she wasn’t kissing him back. He was about to end the kiss when he felt her move. Her hands slid around the back of his neck, and then pulling him against her.
Braxton didn’t hesitate to bring her flush against him. One of his hands still held the back of her neck, the other slowly slid down her body, going toward the curve of her ass, to grip the flesh. He heard her sudden moan. It was nearly a whimper, and then another guttural moan that filled the room. He loved how plump her ass was. She fit against him so right.
He didn’t want to let her go. He loved the shape of her tits as they pressed against his chest. She felt so good.
Sliding his tongue across her lips, he intended to scare her, but now, all he wanted to do was explore her. His cock hardened. It had been a long time since he had a nice, hard fuck.
Jade let out a moan and he broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. Grabbing her hand, he walked her away from the kitchen, going straight to her bedroom.
Damian Denton lost the mother of his child because he could never love her. That guilt won’t go away, and he can feel it eating away at his soul no matter what he does. His only hope is to find someone deadly enough to kill him.
Mia Banks doesn’t want to ask Ivan, the father of her child, for help, but she has no choice. If she wants to survive, she will have to beg him. But when a man crashes into Ivan’s office, her life changes forever.
The moment Damian sees the beautiful Mia, he knows without a doubt that she belongs to him. Taking Mia and her son away, Damian is determined to do everything different. He’s not going to scare Mia with who he is or who his family is.
But with the revelation of a secret brother the Dentons are no longer united. They are separated, and that makes them weak. There is someone waiting to rid the world of Dentons for good, with this fresh danger, can Damian keep Mia and their children safe?
Excerpt:
“You’re back.” He held her tightly, his mouth pressed against her neck. She closed her eyes, basking in his arms wrapped around her. “I was so worried.”
“I’m out, but it’s not over, not by a long shot.”
She pulled away, and he cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes. Mia stared into his brown ones, and then she looked at his neck, and at his shirt. “You’re covered in blood.”
“We didn’t kill those girls.”
“I know. They, erm, they showed the bodies once. I think they’ve stopped showing them now, but I recognized the damage that had been done.” She frowned. “There was a woman a couple of years ago. She had the same marks and stuff. She was dumped in a park near where I lived. I told the lawyer, and Lewis, all of this information. I hope it can help.”
“I can’t keep this shit from you. I wanted it to be different, but like all things that is related to my life, it’s fucked up. I’ve run myself a bath.”
“I can sit with you. Let me know when you’re decent.” She was just so happy to have him back. The past couple of days had been the hardest of her life. She had found herself waking in the middle of the night, and missing his presence. He didn’t know that she’d caught him watching her sleep. Sometimes he fell asleep, and she would lie in the bed, watching him.
When it came to Damian he inspired feelings she had believed were dead. She would stand in the shower, washing her body, and she’d touch her shoulder or her stomach where Damian had touched or grazed, and she’d feel a stirring, a tingle that awakened her entire body, making her want his touch again.
She waited for his call, and it came seconds later. Entering the bathroom, she froze as she caught sight of his naked body. She had known his was a large, muscular man, just not as big as he actually was. His shoulders were large, thick, and there were several tattoos up and down his arms. Her mouth went dry.
Feeling like a moron, and getting aroused just by seeing his naked chest, she forced herself to take a seat. Rubbing her hands together, she smiled.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
Her cheeks heated. “Please, don’t.”
“It’s nice to know that you like what you see.” He winked at her. “I certainly love what I see. Love it when you wear jeans.”
“Why?”
“It shows your ass off to perfection. Whenever I see you bend over, it’s hard to not just stare.”
“Because it’s huge?”
“No, because it’s sexy as fuck, and makes me think of doing stuff that you’re not ready for.”
Ruby Santos mistakenly believes the Dentons killed her brother. For the past ten years she has been training, forgetting her own wants and desires to kill the men responsible for taking the ones she loved. When she strikes at Oliver Denton, she never expects to be the one chained up by the end of the night.
The woman destined to be his wants to kill him. It’s just typical. But Oliver can’t let her go, and the more he gets to know Ruby, the more he realizes that she is perfect for him. He will do everything he can to bring the justice that she seeks.
Against all odds, Ruby finds herself falling for the crazy Denton. Yet how can she have a future with a man she once wanted to kill? But when the truth of her family’s killer comes to light, it’s not the only thing that comes out of the Denton closet. Their greatest enemy could tear the entire Denton family apart and Ruby with them.
Excerpt:
“In the alley, when I finally saw you, I knew you were mine. The woman destined to be mine.”
Ruby froze, not knowing if this was something insane, and crazy. Instead, she went with laughter. Putting a hand to her stomach, she pointed at him. “Ha, ha, ha, that is so funny. You’re so funny.”
He didn’t laugh along with her.
“It is supposed to be funny, right?” she asked.
“It’s not funny. This is my life, and it’s your life as well.”
“My life? You’re telling me that some kind of freaky curse on your family, and now you’re claiming that you want me? That I’m supposed to be yours?”
“Yes.”
“And you expect me to be okay with that?” She didn’t know what this man wanted from her, and right now, she really didn’t care. The timer went off, and she moved away from him, taking the bread out of the oven, and placing it on a cooling rack.
“You have to be okay with it.”
“Okay, so let’s deal with this logically.” She spun back around to face him. With the new clothes, she felt like herself. “You’re saying to me that your family, all of the Dentons, have no choice in the women they fall in love with. It’s fate? Destiny? Some freaky shit?”
“Pretty much.”
“Even your parents?”
“Yeah, even my parents.”
“Jacob?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Abel?”
“Yep.”
“Damian?”
“Nope. Betty isn’t his.”
“Wait. He had a kid with a woman, and she’s not even the right one? What happens when he find the right woman?”
“Exactly the same as my uncle Stuart.”
“What happened with Uncle Stuart?” She couldn’t believe what was happening right now.
“He married his high school sweetheart, and then discovered his woman was the nanny, or the babysitter.”
“Oh my God!”
“Yeah. So he ended up breaking hearts, and it caused a lot of trouble.”
“I can’t believe it.” She rolled her eyes, hoping he detected the sarcasm in her voice.
“Look, I just want you to be happy, okay? I’m willing to wait, and—”
“I can’t deal with this right now.” She held her hand up, silencing him, and then leaving the kitchen.
Of course, Oliver followed her. “You can’t fight this, or walk away.”
“I can do whatever the hell I want.” At the doorway of her new room, she spun around to glare at him. “You’re not my boss. You’ll never be the boss of me, and right now, I really don’t want to talk to you.”
“You’ll come around.”
“Oh, I will, will I?”
“Yeah, Mom, Lou, and Harper, even Michelle came around. You can’t resist it.”
Stepping back, she glared at him. “Resist this!” She grabbed the door frame, and slammed the door in his face.
How dare he!
She wasn’t some kind of machine, and there was no way she was going to be putting up with his crap. Not now, not ever.
Abel Denton loves to fuck, loves to kill—and now he has found the woman destined to be his. The only problem? She thinks he’s a creep. Okay, he did go and snatch her off the dance-floor, and he may have felt her ass, and pretty much told her that she belonged to him, but what’s the problem?
Harper cannot believe that Abel will not take no for an answer. He has all the stalker tendencies, not good even in a book boyfriend, and she knows all about them. But then, Abel turns out to be really good company, and she likes him.
On the spur of the moment, Harper finds herself married to Abel Denton, more to prove to herself she’s fun than for any other reason. But when she is with him, everything else fades away. Can this attraction become love?
The problem with marrying a stranger is you don’t know anything about him. Abel’s life is a secret, but Harper trusts him as much as she can. However, when his work comes home and almost kills her, Harper has to make a choice. Can she stay with a man who kills people for his family? Or will she run from the only love she has ever known?
Be Warned: spanking
Excerpt:
“It really was love at first sight.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she stared into his hazel eyes, and found herself drowning in his gaze. He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, and he was so caring. “I’m going to do dinner.”
“I haven’t kissed you since you told the priest you’d be my wife.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “You haven’t tried to kiss me.”
“I belong to you, Harp. You can kiss me whenever you want. You’re the virgin here.”
Harper was the virgin, and at times she wished she wasn’t. She wanted him in ways that a virgin shouldn’t want a man, and yet she did. There were nights she lay in bed, wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking. Harper hadn’t been comfortable sharing a bed, so they slept in two separate ones.
“There are things you’re going to have to let me know you’re ready for.”
“Why haven’t you just taken what you wanted?”
“And make you hate me? I intend for us to be married a long time. For that to happen, I want you to love me, Harp.”
“What about you loving me?” she asked.
“What makes you think I don’t already?”
She gasped. What was she supposed to say to that?
Abel was always saying things that completely confused her, and took her by surprise. Licking her lips, she reached out, taking hold of his shirt, and bunching it up in her first. Going onto her tiptoes, she kissed his lips. It was quick, short, and that simple touch had her so wet.
Stepping back, she looked at him.
“You can do better than that,” he said.
“Teach me.”
“You want me to teach you how to kiss?”
“You clearly don’t like the way I do it.”
Harper gasped as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. His hands gripped her ass, much in the same way that he had done at the nightclub in the casino. “You’re perfect.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, and all thought fled her mind as he melted her to the spot. Abel ran his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking entry, and she gave it to him, without a second thought. This was what scared her as well. With the simple touch of his hands, he seemed to be able to hypnotize her. There was no other thought to her, other than what he was doing. She never wanted him to let go, and never had she known someone to have that kind of power over another person.
His hands moved from her ass, gliding up her back to sink into her hair, holding her close. Her pussy was on fire. Instead of pushing him away like she always did throughout her entire life, she gripped him even harder against her. The hard ridge of his cock pushed against her stomach, and she wanted him.
Abel pulled away first. “Damn, babe, you’re making it hard for me right now. I want you.”
The Dentons are the ultimate crime family, involved in drugs, sex, illegal fights, gambling, and much more. They’re vicious, but yet there is a rumor that whispers of a deeper legacy than that of their crime heritage. It is said that a Denton will only fall for a woman once, and he will fall hard. They will not settle for any other woman, and those that do, end up breaking hearts.
Jacob never believed the family stories, but the moment he sees Louisa Moore, he knows the tales are all true. He falls for her instantly, but there’s a problem—she wants nothing to do with him.
Lou is shocked when Jacob Denton takes notice of her. No matter how many times Lou tries to push him away, Jacob will not stop. He wants her, and he will do whatever he can to get her. With her twin brother, Riley, on his side, Jacob knows he will win Lou’s heart.
However, what will happen when tragedy strikes? Will Lou give herself to Jacob, or will she cut him off? For the first time in his life, Jacob has something to fight for, but will he win?
Be Warned: anal play
Excerpt:
The door closed, and he had her pressed up against the hard wood door.
“I’ve not been fucking anything other than my fist, thinking about you the entire time.” He grabbed her bag from her hands, throwing it across the entrance hall. Jacob gripped the edge of her shirt, and tore it from her neck down. She released a little squeal as he took her by surprise with his brute force.
He pulled away long enough to remove his jacket, being careful to place it on the coat hook beside the door. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, and her mouth ran dry. His hard muscles were covered in ink, intricate designs of flowers, graves, and patterns that didn’t seem to link together, and yet did on him.
“Do you really think there’s any way I’d want anyone else when I’ve got you to come home to?”
Jacob grabbed her hand, locking them together, and placing them above her head, so she was stretched tall with her back against the wall.
He tore the shirt completely from her body so she was standing in her white lace bra.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve been thinking about these tits, you’ve been driving me crazy with the memory of them. I love how deep red they are, and big, waiting for me.” He tugged the lace of her bra down, and he leaned in close taking one bud into his mouth.
Lou’s eyes closed as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. There was no way she could control her body’s response to his touch. She wanted Jacob, and he held her in place as he sucked her nipple. He circled the nipple, then used his teeth to create that spark of pain before lavishing his tongue back and forth.
An answering fire started to build between her thighs. Her clit filled, getting bigger, and she wanted to touch herself. She had never had such strong feelings before, but with Jacob, he’d been building a fire within her, and he was finally going to light the torch.
She wanted to go up in flames, craving it more than she had ever craved anything else in her life.
He held her tight against the door, and she couldn’t do anything as he pulled away. She released a little whimper, and he chuckled. “What’s the matter, baby? You want me to fuck you? Is that why you had your little outburst?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why have you waited?” she asked. Her voice was husky as she struggled with her own needs taking over.
“I’ve fucked Pam. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my time. I told you I didn’t live like a monk. I’ve never lied to you.”
“Why have I been different?”
Jacob sighed. “Those women were easy. They were easy holes to fill. You’re not easy, baby. I never thought you were.”
“What make me different?”
“You belong to me. That’s what makes you different. You’re mine.”
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