Teaser Thursday! ‘Alpha’s Capture’ by Livia Bourne

I am so excited to share this with you, lovelies. One of my best friends, Livia Grant, has been having difficulties finishing her insanely complicated book, ‘Black Light: Scandalized’. So what can a good friend do but suggest they take a break and write something TOTALLY hot, naughty, and completely off-genre to help clear out the writers block bugs. Not only did she do it, she did it very well and now has a new pen name to go along with the new genre!

Introducing USA Today Bestselling Author Livia Grant, writing as Livia Bourne! Her debut story was released yesterday and this HAWT omegaverse story is going to burn up the charts. It is so totally different from her typical story style, I can’t wait for everyone to read it which is why I HAD to use it as this week’s Teaser Thursday!

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Alpha’s Capture

Khalil and his elite team of Alpha warriors are strong, honorable, and completely bored babysitting their princess on a peacekeeping mission. Although the disobedient, sassy female Zahara does make things interesting for Khalil – until everything goes wrong.

Attacked. Abducted from their spaceship. Caged.

The Trakonians are the most vile and dangerous males in the galaxy, and they have developed their greatest weapon, a drug called Fragment with multiple devious forms. One that brings insanity, one that freezes you in place with pain… and the worst of all, ‘heat.’

This time the enemy doesn’t just want to kill them, they want to use Khalil’s team of Alphas for entertainment. Driven into a crazed rut by the chemical heat, there is no way to resist, no way to be honorable, and the vulnerable females from their ship are going to suffer.

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Excerpt

Her strikingly vibrant eyes widened as she recognized him. The flash of fear he saw there satisfied him. If she could read his mind, she’d understand how very afraid of him she should be.

Prior to this interaction, he’d only thought about stripping her of her flowing frock, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture, and burying his neglected cock deep in her sheath in one thrust.  She was the kind of female an Alpha like him wouldn’t be able to resist knotting.

Tonight, due to her disobedience, he added the vision of stripping her bare and tying her down first so she could take ten lashes with his punishment loop just before he thrust inside her.  He suspected she would scream so beautifully.

Khalil came to a halt in the middle of the corridor, making it impossible for her to pass. He could see indecision on her flushing face as she debated turning and running the other way.

“You defied me.”

Her answer was delayed as she searched for an acceptable answer. Little did she know there was no acceptable answer.  The only thing that would be saving her from feeling the sting of his punishment loop on her bare skin was her civilian status.

“I was hungry, and… I needed to do some research on the vid-link in the communication pod.”

“Evening meal was provided earlier and you have a vid-screen in your suite. There was no reason for your disobedience.”

A flash of anger made her bright eyes an impossibly deeper blue as she retorted, “I am not your pet. Nor am I under your command.”

Zahara tried to step around him, but he reached to grab her upper arms, halting her in her tracks. “The hell you’re not.” Their bodies were flush against each other as he towered over her, several heads higher than she was. He waited for her to crane her neck back enough to look him in his eyes. “Everything on the Viper is under my command.”

Khalil detected her breaths becoming short as her dainty nose flared with anger. Instead of intimidating him, her misplaced anger only made his Alpha blood flood to his cock. His body was long past due for a visit to the female companion center.

“Let me pass. I am returning to my chambers.”

“Where you should have never left.”

Zahara lifted her chin as she bravely confronted him. “Why are you so worried about my safety

onboard your vessel? Do you not have control over the Alphas in your command? Are they feral, ready to mount any female that is in their presence?”

He squeezed her arms harder.

“Do not challenge me. My men are honorable, but they have also been away from the… female comforts… of home for a long time.”

She had begun wiggling in his grip, attempting to get away from the growing erection he did not bother to hide from her. If he frightened her, all the better. Maybe next time she would obey him.  Or better yet, maybe the next time he’d actually be able to show her exactly who was in charge.

He waited to see the flicker of fear take up residence in her heated gaze before he extended his arms, pushing their bodies apart, but not releasing her… yet.

“Now, I will escort you to your chambers where you will remain until the morning meal. I expect to be obeyed.  If you choose to ignore my directions in the future, you will discover how I reinforce my command.”

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I absolutely love the new brand, done by the amazing Laura Hidalgo who is an absolute wizard with graphics. If you like sci-fi or omegaverse, this is definitely a book you want to pick up. While you are at it, go give Livia’s pages a little love to encourage her to keep writing ‘Scandalized’!

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Livia Bourne is the alter ego of USA Today Bestselling author, Livia Grant. With the Bourne books, you’ll still be getting the same raw, gritty romances that will take you to the edge of your seat, but these stories will be out of this world…literally.

Teaser Tuesday! ‘The Bratva’s Bride’ by Jane Henry

Look at me, I got a #MusicMonday AND a #TeaserTuesday up in the same week. If that isn’t winning on the authorlandia front, I don’t know what is. I am waiting for some really important news that will either be really good or really bad, so bear with me lovelies. Life may just throw me a curve ball yet again.

But let’s focus on the good stuff! Jane Henry had a new release of ‘The Bratva’s Bride’ and she absolutely kills the mafia romance genre. Super sexy, dark, and simply amazing, if you haven’t picked this up yet you absolutely need to.

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The Bratva’s Bride

Bratva life is simple:

You steal from the brotherhood, you pay with your life.
But the thief is a woman, and she’s too beautiful to die.

My wedding band will be her collar.
Our vows will be her shackles.

She will be my captive bride.

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Excerpt

What?” she asks, frowning. I don’t like her tone of voice and wonder what’s gotten into her. “You know I know some Russian,” she says. “Don’t you? Tell him I’m ready.”

She grows too free with her speech.

“She’ll be ready,” I tell them, though my gaze is fixed on her.

“I think you should nail Amronov’s wife,” Vladak tells me with a smirk. “And she’ll make sure you get what you need.” Calina tenses.

I scowl at him, and no one laughs. Fucking the Prime Minister’s wife is a good way of getting assassinated.

“Why not?” Filip asks. Maksym sits with his arms crossed, and says nothing. He was the one that alerted me to the fact that Amaranov’s wife asked for me, but he doesn’t approve of this plan. I don’t like it either. There’s something unsettling about it.

I watch Calina’s knuckles whiten when she fists them in her lap.

She heard the other men suggesting I sleep with Amronov’s wife and she doesn’t like it.

“I have better means of getting what I want,” I tell them and Calina has the gall to snort derisively.

“Perhaps she isn’t sufficiently trained,” I tell them, a clear warning to her.

She lifts her face and juts out her chin. “Sufficiently trained?” she snaps.

The room grows quiet. My men expect her to obey me, and she’s anything but obedient right now.

“Enough, Calina,” I warn, but she doesn’t heed my admonition.

 “I don’t know,” she says, her voice rising. “Maybe you need to snap a metal collar around my neck. Take me for a walk so I can pee in your garden. Perhaps if you—”

But she doesn’t get any further. When I rise from my chair, panic flits across her features and she bites her lip. She knows she’s in trouble. She knows she’s crossed a line. What she doesn’t know is how badly I want to punish her with an audience. How my cock aches with the knowledge of what she’s pushed me to do. It seems last night’s lesson didn’t make the impact it should have. I shouldn’t have given her the attention afterward. Or perhaps she simply needs a further demonstration.

I take her firmly by the arm, yank her to standing, and haul her bodily over the table while my men watch in stoic silence. Papers flutter to the floor. No one says a word. None are amused. They know what’s at stake.

None even flinch when I slam my palm across her ass. They’re an audience of soldiers who would lose respect for me if I didn’t do just this. If I didn’t teach her a lesson in obedience for all to see. If I’ve taught them well, any one of them would do what I have to do now.

“Demyan,” she protests. “Please! I’m sorry,” But I ignore her complaints and push her flat across the table with a firm palm on her lower back. I crook a finger to Maksym, since he’s the largest, strongest man in our company.

With a scowl, he rises. Though Maksym has a tender spot, he knows what’s on the line. He’d be the first one to tell me to punish her, so when I give my order he doesn’t flinch.

“Hold her down,” I instruct.

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OMG is that HAWT or what?! Hell yes I have this on my TBR and I can’t wait to dive into it. I could use a seriously hot story to distract me from life and this is fitting the bill perfectly.

I hope to have more information for you lovelies shortly. Keep your fingers crossed that good news comes my way so I can finally finish ‘Redemption’. One day at a time, and all, but I really want to finish this story!

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Obediently Ever After’ by Measha Stone

This past week has been INSANE, I drove 6 hours to Oklahoma with my mother to visit The Pioneer Woman Mercantile and then drove home. I had a birthday, complete with an online surprise party. I fought with my health insurance. I celebrated Mother’s Day with my mom and my kiddo. I wrote so many words.

I am really looking for things to slow down, because I am ready to hole up in my office for a week and just bask in some quiet time. Today is a good day though, and Measha Stone has a new release today that you are going to love. Have you read her Girls of the Annex series? If not you need to, take a peek at just the cover and you will want this asap!

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Obediently Ever After

A visit to the Annex was meant to be a night of fun. Something to relax me. Maybe I’d find a girl, maybe I wouldn’t. I had very little expectations.

Until Angelica walked into the room looking like she stepped out of a 1952’s Home and Garden Magazine.  It wasn’t just the sexy domestic style that caught my eye, it was more. I was drawn to her.

One night. A little fun. A little roleplay.  But it wasn’t enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.

But my pretty girl lied. She hides something from me, and I won’t accept that.  She’ll learn. And when it’s all over. When I’ve saved her from the demons chasing her, I’ll truly make her mine.

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Excerpt

“Naughty girls get spankings, don’t they, Angelica?” he asked, rubbing her already-warm ass with his hands.

“Yes.” She nodded, sounding miserable.

“Do you think next time you’ll call a cab if you’ve had too much to drink?” he asked the back of her head. Her curls bobbed with another nod. “Answer me,” he said with a hard smack to her left thigh.

“Yes!” she called out.

“Good. Then we can move on to the lying portion of your punishment.” He didn’t delay another second and went about peppering her ass with harder smacks, concentrating on the delicate spot where her thighs met her ass.

“No! No!” She threw herself forward, and to the side, but he held her to him.

“The more you resist, the longer the spanking takes,” he admonished her and delivered three hard swats to the same spot.

She gasped for air and moaned. “No. Please. I already said I’m sorry.”

“And I already told you that doesn’t change the consequence.” He continued to sprinkle her ass until the slight pink darkened to a nice crimson.

She stopped fighting against him, not that it was working anyway. He could hear soft sobs escaping her, feel tension start to give way in her.

“You’ll take ten with my belt, and then you’ll spend ten minutes in the corner,” he announced after landing a hard smack to her thigh.

“The belt?” she cried. “I don’t think—”

“That’s the problem, Angel, you didn’t think. Hopefully, after you finish with the belt, you’ll remember to think before acting. Think before lying. Think how your actions have consequences. Because if you ever lie to me again, or I find out you lied to anyone else, you’ll be getting a hell of a lot more than ten with my belt. Am I understood?”

Tension eased out of her shoulders. “Yes. I understand.”

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Measha writes such fun spanking books, if you are looking for a short, hot, and super fun story, you won’t want to miss this one. It is perfect to read when you are looking for something happy and spanky. And then get ready because MY story ‘Reign of Ruin’ releases tomorrow and it is the total opposite!

I have so much more to bring you, I can’t wait to share more. Get ready, because 2019 is going to be crazy with books!

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USA Today Bestselling Author Measha Stone is a lover of all things erotic and fun who writes kinky romantic suspense and dark romance novels. She won the 2018 Golden Flogger award in two categories, Best Advanced BDSM and Best Anthology. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and the U.K. When she’s not typing away on her computer, she can be found nestled up with a cup of tea and her kindle.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Reign of Ruin’ by Jennifer Bene

Hey lovelies! I am out of town with my mother this week, but I have good news! I’ve got a FREE SHORT STORY for all of you to prepare you for the utter darkness coming with my book ‘Reign of Ruin’ in May.

‘The Day the Sky Burned’ is a FREE prequel I’m giving to everyone who wants it. It will definitely… whet your appetites for the utter chaos and devastation inside Reign of Ruin.

Just an FYI for those that missed my story ‘Baptized in Eden’ (which came out in Twisted Sacrament last year) this is that story with a brand new edit, a seriously extended ending (12k+ words if you don’t include the short story), and a wicked twist. It goes dark, oh boyyyy does it go dark and twisted, but I blame Zoe Blake for bringing this level of disturbing out in me. ????

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Reign of Ruin

‘The priests want me to thank God, but the only thing I pray for is death.’

There is nothing before Eden. Just flashes of a time before Danielle woke up in chains, in hell, to be violated and broken.

Over, and over, and over.

They say that God honors those who serve, that each baptism is a gift, but all Danielle wants is to die.

Eden has other plans.

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“Let us pray,” the head cardinal said, laying his palms on her thighs as he stepped closer to the table. “God, give us the strength to baptize this woman of Eden. To mark her as one protected by the house of the Lord, and to cloak her in the power of the holy. Fathers, I remind all of us that God shall never give us more temptation than we can handle, for in this we must serve him well.”

“Amen,” they chorused around her, and then two of the black cloaked men stepped forward to remove the elaborate crimson robe from the head cardinal. She couldn’t see him well with her head pinned to the table, but she could hear the sound of his hand working his cock and the low groan in his chest. Another cardinal pressed his hand into her lower belly, and she whined. The lightest brush of her clit summoned liquid heat, and someone dragged their finger through her folds, spreading the wetness that she hoped made some difference to what the other bastard had done to her in his fucked-up hospital.

“Give your pain to God,” the head cardinal said as he lined up and thrust in hard, tearing into her with one vicious spike of agony. Her scream was muffled by the hand over her lips, body pinned to the stone beneath her as the man pulled back and thrust again. Just as horrible, she wailed, finally able to voice the torment as her entrance was forced open and her inner walls seized and cramped. “Your purity, your suffering, is what will make the blessing strong.”

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You can not only preorder Reign of Ruin, but you can already get it in a beautiful paperback! I can’t wait to hear what you all think of TDTSB and I hope you’re ready for RoR! Make sure you get The Day The Sky Burned here https://dl.bookfunnel.com/zw88syg409 and then tell me what you think!

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Breaking Beth’ by Jennifer Bene

It is Tuesday, lovelies, and I am SO excited because ‘Breaking Beth’ releases TOMORROW! This is a super dark story and although it won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, and I don’t expect amazing things, I know that it’s going to start an incredible story that so many fans of the Thalia series have wanted. Just beware, it is a very dark beginning that follows the time when Anthony had Beth, and it doesn’t end happily… but her happy ending will come through the series. I promise.

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Breaking Beth

It would take time. Time to destroy who she used to be… time for all her hope to die… time to truly make her a thing.

But he would.

Anthony took Beth to remake her into the perfect toy for his customers. Mindless, obedient, a broken thing without complications.

But Beth is strong.

She refuses to break, refuses to let Anthony erase her… even if that means losing in the end.

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Excerpt

He was there. Above her, looking down like she was a bug pinned to a board for him. The ropes were cut, but she still wasn’t moving. She was obeying, staying still like he’d commanded, and the camera in the ceiling was watching.

“Open your mouth.”

There were a hundred pleas she wanted to say, a thousand questions she wanted to ask. So many whys and useless things. Instead, she opened her fucking mouth.

“Wider.”

She stretched her lips, her aching jaw, and he brought the knife into view. For a nanosecond she started to close her mouth, but his head tilted the tiniest fraction and she stopped. Kept it open, eyes glued to the shining edge of the blade.

“I want to make something clear, so that you don’t misunderstand.” Turning the knife in his fingers, he angled it down and then slid the flat of it over her bottom lip, the sharp point inside her mouth. “I am not merciful. When you are disobedient, you will be punished. Severely.”

A whimper escaped her throat, but as the flat of the blade moved deeper and brushed her tongue she froze. Pressed her tongue to the floor of her mouth, tears making her eyes sting as the taste of metal stroked back and forth.

“I will let you keep your teeth, but only because you are prettier with them than without them. Worth more.” His other hand lifted, brushing hair off her forehead, unsticking it from the drying tears on her cheeks. “But at some point I will fuck your throat, and I want you to remember this moment. Think about this knife as I slide my cock into your mouth, and remember that if you ever bite me again, I can do terrible things to you and still leave you pretty on the outside. Blink if you understand.”

She blinked slowly, squeezing her eyes shut before she opened them again.

“Good girl.”

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I love Beth’s story and I am SO anxious to write books 2 & 3. The characters are talking so loudly, I am wondering if I will be able to put them off until 2020 or if I will have no choice but to to write book 2 before then! I am ALSO writing book 3 of Fragile Ties, ‘Redemption’, and I ALSO have a new, super dark story called ‘Reign of Ruin’ releasing on May 15th. I can’t wait to have you read all of the stories I have coming, lovelies, being a full time author is really helping me write so much faster and it is all thanks to YOUR support. Thank you!

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Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers–she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Ruled’ by Cari Silverwood

It’s Tuesday and I am excited. People are really liking the cover of ‘Breaking Beth’, I have started a new co-write project with Cari Silverwood, and the universe is finally being nicer to me and not kicking me every day. So have you seen the cover of ‘Breaking Beth’ yet? I am simply in love with Laura Hidalgo’s work, she takes my ideas and brings them to the next level!

This week I wanted to bring you an excerpt of ‘Ruled’ because Cari has done this dystopian sci-fi romance so very well. With a HAWT and kinky story like this, you are going to #oneclick this story and not regret it.

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Ruled

He’ll put this princess where she belongs. On her knees.

Calli’s father was king of this city. Drake has taken it now, and soon the little human princess will kneel at his feet and surrender not only her throne but her beautiful virgin body as well.

Though she does her best to hide her helpless arousal as the huge, battle-hardened beast tears her clothing to shreds and then spanks her soundly for daring to defy him, it isn’t long before Calli’s need has grown so intense that she can only beg for Drake to ravage her hard and thoroughly.

She will reign at his side, yet as Drake fits her with the leash and collar she is to wear as he claims her publicly as his mate, Calli is left in no doubt that she will be well and truly ruled.

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Excerpt

Calli let her gaze travel down him, stickily, for every second her eyes would see something of him that pulled her to a stop. The stubble on his jaw, the twisted muscles of his neck, the way his chest moved, even the buttons on his shirt seemed… horribly, wonderfully lickable. Her gaze dribbled, stuck, skipped, and drooled all the way down this mauleon called Drake until she reached where those massive legs joined, where the swell of his pants spoke of… arousal.
Calliope swallowed. Prison or this. She’d never been anti-mauleon like her brothers, had preferred her father’s way but this was wrong.
Then why did it excite her?
“Your answer, Princess?”
Fuck his calmness.
Slowly, with these legs that no longer seemed hers, she kneeled.
“Good. Then we have an agreement.” He set his hand to his chin, scratched there. “I find I like seeing you on your knees before me.”
She shot him a glare, enraged at him as well as at herself for her attraction to this mauleon.
He offered his hand again, upturned and with relaxed fingers, and she thought he meant to help her to her feet. He left his hand there, inches from her face. The lure of the predatory angler fish.
Drake a fish… Hah.
Then she extended her arm and met his hand with hers.
So warm, and she could see his skin had the whorls of fingerprints as a man’s would.
The calluses said he worked hard, maybe wielded a sword. Not everyone learned swordplay. Handcrafted bullets did the job better, if less silently.
Though his claws had retracted, now they slowly unsheathed, and she found herself touching one, her fingertip running down the ridged curve of hard claw until her finger bumped over his finger, joint by joint, to his palm. He closed his hand, trapping her. Again.
The room became so very hot. Calli sucked in a shaky inhalation and raised her eyes to his.
“Hmmm.” That rumble sounded like a pleased one. “I will give you a lesson before I go. This will aid you in the future if I take you.”
Fuck. He was making her want to swear. Bad man.
“Take?”
“Yes. I assume you know what that means.”
“I…”
His smile was barely there—just a mild raising of his lips, as if she intrigued and amused him.
The world felt on the verge of strange and terrible things.
Also the slickness between her legs was making her armored suit terribly uncomfortable. He’d caused that. A dose of reality versus the fantasy of… of fucking this brute.
Then he took her wrist and pulled her to her feet, while wrapping his other hand around the back of her neck. Relentlessly, he pulled her closer until she stood between his knees. And she knew she should have resisted more. Lost, she was so bewildered by this, especially when he leaned forward and… he kissed her.
Wow.
She gulped in a breath, and fell into an abyss, utterly absorbed by this divine pleasure blossoming within. Eyelids fluttering, blind to anything but this moment, she let him take what he wanted from her, his hands on her, his mouth pressing on her mouth.
He drew away, leaving emptiness and tremors of delicate lust wherever he’d touched.
Bewildered, she tried to decipher what she felt, how it had been. She could taste him. Exotic, strange—another person had met her mouth, been in her mouth, for his tongue had dipped inside.
“Wait.” Half-heartedly she pushed at his chest, which made zero difference. He didn’t move. She couldn’t push away. Instead she gripped the lower edge of the arm that went behind her. “I’ve never done anything—”
“I know.”
“I’m your queen.”
“Not unless I arrange it.”
Calli frowned.
Her mouth opened then her determination leaked away, for he’d placed his other hand at her neck. Both were wrapped about her, a collar of male hands, holding her. As if controlled by another, her fingertips found his hands, gently felt along them, touching, marveling even.
She panted, unable to stop, and he watched her every move. His lips stretched in what seemed a cruel smile.
Her toes curled. That smile made her swell below, made her wetter.
And that mouth, his mouth… she’d only ever kissed people on the cheek. Kissing with him holding her in place had been a revelation. Her heart knocked at her chest.
“I know you’re a virgin and have never had a man in you.”
Her eyes locked open. This was the most uncomfortable discussion, ever. Though she’d often inserted her favorite dildo, she wasn’t telling him that.
“So, I am going to open you a little. It will help you.”
“What—”
Then he kissed her again, with those hands still holding her exactly where he wanted her.
He wasn’t gentle this time, he ravaged—her lips, her mouth, her neck, turning her to get better access, lifting away one hand and biting. She felt teeth, fangs, press into the side of her neck. The room lurched and she forgot how to breathe.
“You’ve never had anyone tell you what to do, have you? Or handle you like this.”
His fingers had relaxed, now he firmed them on her, and his thumb pushed up her jaw. Her swallow bumped his palm.
The hand he’d removed from her neck arrived between her legs and slid. A second later, she both heard and felt his claw puncture the cloth, tearing open the suit and her underwear.
“You’re wet, Princess.” He kissed her neck.
Coolness caressed her below then a rigid claw probed her. Caught, she felt the claw retract and there was only his thick finger, pushing, slicking up and down her slit. A tingle rushed from below, shivering through her as he began to rub her clit then press on her entrance, over and over.
The rising pleasure obliterated her shame.
Seconds or an eternity later, he managed to get that finger into her. It slowly thrust upward, into her, overcoming the clamp of her muscles. Calli bit her lip to stifle her moans, shuddering at the penetration.
Her trembling legs weakened and she relaxed enough to allow him to tear her suit further and mess with her. Mess with her mind, her pussy, her sense of who she should be.
“I shouldn’t.” Those words rasped from her throat, even as she clutched at his wrist below.
He had her though, was inside her where no one ever had been. Wrong and yet so right. It felt good. Her grip on his wrist fluctuated as her climax built. Grip, relax, grip harder, harder.
That was her making those small noises, shameful ones, her moaning and crying out at the thrusts, but she could not stop herself.
“Because you’re royalty? But you’re mine now, my princess, my queen-to-be. That’s it. Relax. Take my finger. I want to see what you look like when you come.” Stiff, bucking a little, she held onto his arm and the wrist of that probing hand.
His hand had stayed on her neck, while he toyed with her with fingers and claws, toggling her clit, pressing upward, shoving that inserted finger ever higher.
In, out, press, press. “Oh! Ohhh,” she whispered, grabbing at him. “Fff…” She wrenched into a body-jerking, mind-blanking orgasm. He let her slip through his hands and slump to the floor at his feet.
She found she’d flattened her palms to the floor.
So fast, she’d never come that fast playing with herself. The very idea of knowing a man had her, that he controlled her, while he did that, fucked her with his finger, it was novel, different, and beautifully bad. It made her wonder why she’d waited so long for sex.
Twenty-five and she’d kept herself a virgin because she’d been certain no one could ever really want her.
“I will return, my princess,” she heard him say from far above, as his boots walked away, taking him with them. He’d gone, left her? After doing that.
He’d made her come.
A shiny patch on the floor riveted her. Her face heated. She’d dripped her own wetness onto the floor.
This was not how queens, or princesses, behaved.

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In other news, I had my first evaluation for Crossfit yesterday and I have a lot to work on but I’m happy. Fingers crossed they don’t kill me, because I have stories to write and they won’t come out if I end up dying from a stupid deadlift or pull up! #stupidfitness #fixingmymindandbody

Make sure you grab ‘Ruled’ and devour this not-very-dark sci-fi, because you are going to fall in love with Calli and Drake!

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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

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