The pleasure consumes me, and as he enters me whole, I call his name, the echoes bouncing off the cellar walls.
I’ve entered the danger zone.
Crossed the line and ignored all the warnings.
And the worst part of it is, I’m willing to risk everything for him.
Epilogue
Dominic
angelic face.
Beneath my parents’ estate, in the dark cellar, I lost myself in her touch. I fell victim to the scent of her skin, the arch of her back as I had thrust myself inside her. The swell of her lips as I took her mouth, tasting blood when she bit down and rode out her orgasm before I dropped to my knees and tasted her beautiful pussy, drenched in my cum.
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted all of her.
Our whereabouts are dangerous, so we ended up here in her hotel room, where I spent the night devouring every inch of her body.
Though the question remains, what now?
My life is complicated, and despite my previous attempts to keep Kate on the side, I didn’t want that for Emile.
She deserves more.
A man who will worship the ground she walks on.
I battle with my demons, knowing all too well I have nothing to give her. Yet the thought of another man touching her burns me like hot molten lava.
No one else can touch her, that much I know.
My eyes wander down her naked torso, the perfect curves which move in sync with my body. I’ve fucked many women in my lifetime. Sexual gratification isn’t new to me, but the last few hours awakened something else.
And this new feeling, whatever it is, is clouding reality.
It’s the beginning of a new addiction.
I roll over, grazing my hand against her ass with a delicious lick of my lips. How wrong would it be of me to wake her up?
Her eyes flicker open, almost as if she senses my desperation. “You need to leave. Is that what you need to tell me?”
I could see she was trying not to evoke emotion, the notion I had been a cold, heartless man engrained into her.
Then why does my heart beat like crazy? Why does my cold heart warm when her bright blue eyes feast upon me? And why does everything I’ve worked hard for in my life feel insignificant at the simple touch of her hand against my face?
“I’m not going anywhere,” I confess, catching myself by surprise.
With a devilish grin, she shuffles to climb on top of me. My eyes wander to her beautiful tits, her hard nipples desperate to be sucked. Leaning forward, she runs her thumb against my bottom lip before sliding herself on my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
Her body stills, my hands resting on her hips.
“I have a confession,” she murmurs, slowly grinding herself against me. “There’s a lot I haven’t done. I want you to show me.”
A smirk plays on my lips. “I don’t handle innocence well…”
“Oh, really?”
My hand wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep kiss, “Cela peut devenir très dangereux.”
I tell her that this could become very dangerous. I’m not a gentle lover, nor do I simply make love as some may put it.
If Emile wants me to show her more, there will be no turning back.
I will completely own her.
About Kat:
Born and bred in Sydney, Australia, Kat T. Masen is a mother to four crazy boys and wife to one sane husband. Growing up in a generation where social media and fancy gadgets didn’t exist, she enjoyed reading from an early age and found herself immersed in these stories. After meeting friends on Twitter who loved to read as much as she did, her passion for writing began, and the friendships continued on despite the distance.
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Blurb
I came to this college for one reason—her.
A cartel princess.
Mexican royalty.
Sworn enemy of the Colombian ranks I’m destined to climb.
I’m meant to hate her.
Destroy her name and sacrifice her innocence.
But Lola Carrera isn’t the delicate flower her family thinks she is.
And I just took a match to her ivory tower.
Obsession is a loaded gun…
And tonight, she’s waging war with my patience.
Chapter One
Sam
Obsession is a loaded gun, and tonight she’s waging war with my patience.
She pulled that trigger the moment she stepped into my party uninvited in a backless dress and heels, wearing confidence as a color and her smile as a taunt. Now she’s piling into my Arabescato marble kitchen with her girlfriends and tossing interested glances my way.
She wouldn’t be this reckless if she knew who I was. Danger has a scent, Lola Carrera, and I’m fucking wearing it.
Her smile falters when I don’t return it. Embarrassed, she turns back to her friends.
Not me.
I never turn away.
I watch the rise and fall of her cigarette as shitty conversation and bad music sucks everything else around us into a whirlpool of mediocrity.
I see it all—even from halfway across the crowded room of a five-thousand-square-foot apartment that a trust fund puked up for some over-privileged offspring.
Namely me.
When she sparks up another—chain-smoking tonight, Lola?—I track the silver trails to her mouth again, noting the shallow inhale and the subtle wrinkling of her nose. She doesn’t like the taste, but she’s playing a role at this college that demands an addiction. Too bad it’s not the one her daddy sells.
I see every head tilt, every flick of her hair, every curve of those luscious ruby lips. I do it with the same sick fascination I’ve been fighting since the day she arrived on New Jersey’s Rutgers campus at the start of the semester.
We’ve never spoken, we’ve never touched, but she fucks my mind on the regular.
Get a grip, Sam.
I take an angry swig of my beer. Then another… I focus on what she really is, throwing cold water on
