SYNOPSIS ~Hailey~ I did everything that was expected of me. I got good grades, went to a good college; I never even had a boyfriend, which for a normal girl of twenty-two was practically unheard of. My life was safe, predictable. That all changed when Dominic kidnapped me, robbing me of the cookie-cutter life I so carefully handcrafted. I was abducted and a new me was born. ~Dominic~ I spent so long uncovering secrets that it was becoming a bit of a specialty for me. After watching Hailey for twelve months I knew the secrets she held—the repressed temptation that called to men like me. Stealing her was easy, making her fall in love with me, even easier. It was the feeling she sparked in me that I had no control over. A feeling I never expected. But the one thing that threatened to unravel us both was my secret, the reason I took her in the first place. Dominic and Hailey were two people from two different worlds, and some paths should never cross. WARNING: This book contains situations that some may find offensive. Please read with caution if you are sensitive to dubious consent or graphic language.
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EXCERPT He dipped low until his mouth rested against my ear. When his lips parted, a fog of heat slipped across my ear and snuck in thoughts of him rutting against me like a feral animal while chained to the bed. "I know what you want," his hazy voice whispered. "You want me to show you what it means to be owned by me. That was only a taste, matakia mou. You’re not ready to be broken." "Shows what you know. I’ll never be owned by anyone. You might take my body, but it’ll never be yours." "You open your mouth, and all you tell is lies. I just may have to stick something in your mouth to teach you a lesson. I knew from the moment those little blues looked at me I had you, and I don’t need to take what you’ll gladly give." "No!" I bucked my hips, trying to rut him off of me, but he grasped onto my thighs, gripping until I had no choice but to stop. He rolled us again until I was atop him once more. Within a blink, he positioned us so I was sitting in his lap with my back to his chest and his shaft protruding between both of our legs. I heard the clank of the chain and felt the weight of the metal wrap around my neck. My hands moved to the chain at my neck. "Don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself." His words barely sliced through the panic that was setting in. Was this what he was into? He wanted me to choke while he had his way with me? "Please," I croaked, my voice already sounding hoarse and strained, "take it off." I felt sick again, like I would pass out from the closing of my throat. "I can’t, I can’t breathe." I clawed at the chain tightening around the front of my neck. "Calm down. You can breathe. Stop moving. You’re only choking yourself. See," he said placing both of his hands against my hips to show that he wasn’t doing anything with the chain. I scooted back into his chest and he pulled at my hips, stopping me just before the chain became too loose. "I want to feel your hands around my dick. Take it out," he said, his words dripping against my ear like hot wax shocking me into stillness. "Don’t make me repeat myself." I unbuttoned the button closing the front of his pajamas and closed my hand around him, pulling his length through the hole. Blood settled just beneath the skin of his head, making him look feverish. His flesh was hot, and I looked on as he sprouted a drop of cloudy liquid that beaded down his throbbing flesh. That was the first time I’d ever held that part of a man, much less seen one. There was that one time in high school when Brandon pushed my hands across the front of his jeans so I could feel him while we were kissing, but that was as far as I had ever gone. "Dominic?" "Go on."
ABOUT CEE SMITH Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a chance at publishing. A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching tv. She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond. Goodreads http://bit.ly/1GgsYSN Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Ceesmithauthor Twitter https://twitter.com/ceesmithwrite
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