I’m on vacation, lovelies, in BEAUTIFUL South Africa and am visiting Dani René, having fun, and relaxing as much as I can. BUT since you would have grabbed ‘Taken’ last week, I could not keep ‘Torn’ from you. Torn is the conclusion of the duet, however Natasha says she will be writing spin offs of this world because it is so amazing. Read this smoking hot excerpt let your kindles catch fire.
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Taking her is my right.
Breaking her, my duty.
I was always going to choose Helena. I knew it the instant I saw her.
She’s different than the others. There’s a darkness about her. Something wild inside her. And it calls to the beast inside me.
But she isn’t what I expect. With every word and every touch, she pushes me, burrows deep under my skin, challenging the rules, upending history.
And all the while, I see how my brother watches her. He wants her, and as the rules stand, she’ll become his in one year’s time.
When we’re finished, Gregory pushes his chair back and walks out toward the pool, straddles one of the lounge chairs there, and takes out a pack of cigarettes. I guess I’m surprised he smokes when he lights one up and sits back to watch the night sky.
I feel Sebastian’s gaze on me as I wipe my mouth and set my napkin on the table and stand.
“You were dismissing me a few minutes ago.”
“And now I want you to sit. Or did you want to go chasing after my brother?”
I look at him, confused for a minute, but then I sit. A smile spreads across my face. It’s not a nice smile.
“Are you jealous?” I cock my head to the side, make a point of studying him.
He leans in close, and it takes all I have not to lean away. “Be careful with my brother, Helena. He’s not what you think. In fact, he’s just as wicked as the rest of us.”
“I have no doubt. But you didn’t answer my question,” I say.
I know I’m playing with fire. This man calculates his every move, and he’s much more adept at this game than I am.
“All right.” He turns to the girls who are clearing. “Leave us.”
Almost before he’s finished saying it, they scatter away like mice, disappearing into the house. My heart falls to my stomach as he rises to his feet and I anticipate his punishment, because he will punish me for this.
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to give you what you want.”
I glance over at the pool, to where Gregory is leaning back on the lounge chair, smoking his cigarette, blowing a circle of smoke up into the sky.
I shake my head no.
He gives me a smile. His isn’t a nice one either. “Are you scared when I call your bluff, Willow Girl?”
I push my chair back, and the feet screech against the tiles.
Sebastian holds out his hand. His eyes give nothing away. I reach out to place my hand in his, and he walks me to the pool. I’m barefoot because I’d slipped my sandals off under the table. The grass between the tiled areas feels cool and soft beneath my feet.
Gregory turns to watch us, still smoking, casual, but something else too. Something darker that I hadn’t noticed before.
I pull back, but Sebastian tugs me into his chest.
“Don’t chicken out now, Willow Girl,” he says, kissing my mouth.
I put my hands flat on his chest to push him off, but he cups the back of my head with one hand and won’t release me from his kiss, although he doesn’t slip his tongue into mine, not now.
But then I feel his other hand at my back, feel him unzipping my dress. He’s still kissing me when he pushes the straps off my shoulders and down my arms so that I’m naked from the waist up.
I pull back, look over at Gregory, whose eyes are locked on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask Sebastian, my voice quieter, my throat suddenly dry.
In answer, he kisses me again, kisses my cheek, then my mouth and pushes the dress off so I’m just in my underwear.
“Sebastian.” I shove against him, but to no avail.
“You want my brother?”
I shake my head and glance back, but Gregory hasn’t moved, and his dark eyes are locked on me. On us.
Is he going to share me?
Is he going to give me to his brother?
“You’ve made your point. Stop,” I say.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he turns me so that my back is to him and I’m facing Gregory. He slides his big hand into the front of my panties and cups my pussy while the fingers of his other hand find my nipple and knead.
Gregory’s eyes lock on mine, and I can’t look away. Can’t look away as he watches me in this most vulnerable position.
“You’re wet, Helena,” Sebastian whispers at my ear.
I feel his hardness behind me and from here, I can see that Gregory is aroused too. There’s a moment when I wonder if they’ll both have me at once. It excites me as much as it terrifies me. And this, Sebastian letting his brother watch me, I know it’s a trap but also my punishment.
Gregory moves, and I turn to see him straddling the chair, legs wide, thighs powerful. He stubs out his cigarette.
He gets up and comes over to stand inches from me. His cock is hard, like a rod straining against his jeans. I swallow when Sebastian pulls his hand for my panties, leaving me unsatisfied, leaving a wet trail across my belly.
Gregory’s gaze slides down over my belly, and I press back against Sebastian. Sebastian takes my wrists and holds them at my sides when Gregory reaches out and touches me, runs the fingernails of one hand over my breast, his gaze never leaving mine as he slides his hand inside my panties where Sebastian’s just was.
“Stop,” I try.
His fingers feel foreign. Rough.
I twist this way and that, but Sebastian’s got me tight. Gregory’s rubbing my pussy, working my clit, and I don’t want this. I don’t.
God, I don’t.
And even as I deny it, I feel the tension building, feel my body preparing. I’m going to come. One more second, and I’m going to come. That sound, it’s me, it’s my breath hitching too loud in this quiet night.
“Enough,” Sebastian commands from behind me.
I meet Gregory’s eyes again when he stops, drags his hand from inside my panties, and smears my own juices across my belly, just like his brother did.
He then turns and walks away, walks back to the patio, pours himself a whiskey, and sits down. He watches us as Sebastian pushes me down on my knees…
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The tension between the two brothers is so hawt and things just *might* go a little further than this later in the book. Grab ‘Torn’ now, and start screaming at Natasha to write Gregory’s story because we all want it this dark, silent man!
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