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My desires aren’t exactly normal.
But neither is she … The girl I bought.
She’s innocent and blind.
Perfect for all my wicked needs.
Perfect to prove just how far I’m willing to go.
But there’s just one problem …
I’m falling for her. Deep. Hard. Fast.
Even though I’m the bad guy. The man who keeps her locked away.
I’ll do anything to make her stay.
One thing’s for sure … She will be mine.
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Her whispers are like a drug to me.I can’t stop listening, can’t stop fucking zoning out completely as she grabs my leg with those sweet little hands.Her lips are so close to mine I can almost taste them.And I want to.So fucking bad …
I’m consumed with the thought of taking her, and for a second I’m almost tempted to do just that.
Grab her by her waist, tear off her clothes, rip down my zipper, and ram my cock into her dripping wet pussy.
But I know it’s all lies.
All lies my mind spins to make me feel wanted.
To make me feel good.
Because I’m not.
I’m far from it, and she knows it.
When her fingers graze my dick, I grasp her wrist and stop her.
She’s not doing this because she wants me just as much.
She’s doing this because she wants out.
I’m being used. And I don’t like being used.
“Don’t,” I hiss, pushing her away.
She cocks her head and her tongue dips out again to lip those sweet little lips that I just want to conquer. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
I narrow my eyes, unable to pull away even though I should.
It’s so goddamn wrong.
She’s my prisoner. I shouldn’t want her, and yet I do, and now she knows.
When I bought her, I never thought I’d succumb to my desires so easily.
Maybe she’s found my weak spot.
Or maybe I’m really looking for salvation … and she’s the only one who can give it to me.
No. I can’t allow it.
“No,” I reply, lying through my teeth.
But I have to make a stand.
Have to stop this from happening before it’s too late.
“I don’t believe you,” she says, inching closer again.
I immediately get off the couch, not giving a shit that my dick is rock hard because of her.
I won’t let her find out.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” he murmurs into my ear.
I can feel him smile. “I’m a monster … remember? I don’t play nice.”
“I’m not asking you to,” I reply.
“Good. Because I am not about to listen,” he says, his voice gruff and demanding as he takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks. Then bites.
Hard enough for it to hurt, but soft enough for it not to bleed.
“Think you can handle me?” he muses. “That you can taunt me like that and get away with it?”
I shake my head, but he pulls my hair harshly, forcing my head back and exposing my neck.
His lips make a trail down toward the base of my neck, where he plants a hot kiss filled with desire … and something else. A hunger for bad things.
He wraps his free arm around my waist and pulls me close while his tongue dips out to lick my skin.
My legs quake. I feel something between my thighs … excitement … something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
“I’m not gentle. I’m not nice,” he whispers, sinking his teeth into my skin.
I hiss but still don’t reply.
“You’ve pushed me too far now, Syrena,” he groans. “I’m going to take what belongs to me now. Inch by inch, your body will be mine.”
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