🔥NSFW🔥 What kind of man sells his wife over a hand of poker...
Dec 05, 2021 1:11 am
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“You’re not going to renege on the deal I made with your husband, are you?”
“I’m not sure what the deal is.”
“Come on, Mrs. Randall, you can’t possibly be that dense.”
Blurb:
A reckless bet, a lousy hand, and Charlotte Randall's life changes forever.
For the next month, her body belongs to the devilishly handsome Byron Nolan - a man with more money than god and an ego to match.
Ruthless and unyielding, he claims his prize with skillful pleasure, breaking down her defenses until she learns to crave every touch, every kiss, every shameful, depraved act he forces on her.
But even as Byron masters her body, Charlotte is determined not to gamble the one prize she can still claim as her own - her heart.
Because she's in house, playing by his rules... and the house always wins.
“In about fifteen seconds you get my help whether you want it or not, so quit stalling.”
Excerpt:
Just like yesterday, Charlotte followed Mr. Nolan into his study after cleaning up breakfast. Again, he’d left her alone at night, and his actions during the day didn’t make any sense to her. His threat to strip her of her clothes didn’t leave her mind, and she’d followed his orders like an obedient little puppy for the entire day. Wiping her wet hands on her skirt, she knocked on the door and waited by his private office.
“Come.” His dark masculine voice made her body stand to attention in a way she couldn’t control and didn’t like.
I’m not attracted to this man.
From the moment she’d arrived at his building, the myriad of emotions left her confused and stole her ability to form coherent thoughts. She had fallen from nervousness of having to do a job she was incapable of doing, to flustered when the elevator brought her to the penthouse, to anxiety and anger when she realized how Liam had sold her to this stranger without any limits to what he could do to her, leaving her at wariness when Mr. Nolan didn’t take advantage of the situation.
Oh, the man was domineering, and his sexual intent was clear, but he hadn’t done anything inappropriate.
Yet?
Straightening her shoulders, she opened the heavy mahogany door and stepped inside. Mr. Nolan was standing behind his desk, a phone pressed against his ear. As she entered the room, he nodded to her and concentrated on the person on the other end of the line. It left her in the awkward position of having to wait, but she used the short respite to compose herself and study the man in front of her.
“I don’t care what needs to be done, just deal with it.” He was silent as he listened to something the person on the other end said. “That’s unacceptable.” He tilted his head back and looked upward as if praying for patience.
Not comfortable with eavesdropping on his phone call, Charlotte tuned out his conversation and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. This time the clothes he’d laid out for her on the bed were for a red cheerleader costume which consisted of a surprisingly well-fitting sports bra with five thin straps at the back and a tiny skirt that was about as effective covering her ass as a belt. The Calvin Klein thong, of course, didn’t cover her butt at all, but the material was oddly comfortable, and even a tiny thong beat going naked anytime, so she wouldn’t complain.
After disconnecting the call, he sat back in his chair and settled in a confident, masculine pose. The way she noticed him as a man left her confused. After raking his eyes over her, his smile held a challenge as he patted his right thigh in an obvious come here gesture.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.
Uh-unh. I’m not going to sit on his lap. Nope. No way.
Her cheeks heated, and the realization her face was turning beet red only stoked the fire.
His eyebrow slipped up, and her resolve crumbled like overcooked muffins. She stared at his face, fighting the urge to do his bidding. Somehow, his scars bothered her less each time she looked at him. The imperfection made him appear seasoned and strong rather than less handsome.
He tilted his head. “You’d prefer to spend the entire day naked rather than sit on my lap for a while?”
Um, well, when he put it that way.
About the Author
Karen Nappa writes Seasoned BDSM Romance with HEA. Their growing library including TRAPPED (a D/s story), and CHERISHED (an age play story). Their latest release, BLINDED, is the fifth book in the Club Indigo series.
Immersed in the D/s lifestyle themselves, they write realistic albeit romantic stories. When not dominated by their cats or their Master (in that order – even if it earns them a spanking!), they love going to Club Indigo and other places to discover the stories that are waiting to be written.
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