Publication Date: September 29, 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romantic Suspense
He Wants To Use Me For Revenge, I Just Want Him To Use Me.
I wish my mom never dragged me along when she ran off with her junkie boyfriend Antonio. The worst thing about it was she was having an affair and they took fifty million dollars of Andrew’s money when they went.
Now Andrew’s got fifty million reasons to want us all dead and, after years of life on the run, I can’t take any more of their abuse, so I’ve *got* to get out of here… somehow.
It couldn’t have been any more poetic when I saw Bree auctioning her first time on Innocence For Sale.
After years of searching for my revenge, it fell right into my lap. Mouth-first.
I’ll take everything she’s selling, and more. She’ll moan my name, she’ll tell me where Julia, Antonio and my money are.
I knew all that. I didn’t expect to find an accomplice, my other half, the only woman who ever made me want to grind out our pleasure non-stop until we can’t see straight.
Just when I think I’m going to drive off into the sunset with my dream-girl, it looks like we’re going to have to make a last stand instead…”
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With a sigh, I lined up the pads with my eyes and tied the blindfold behind my head. Although it was silky smooth to the touch, it had more elasticity than I would have thought and it resulted in a tight fit. With the pads, I couldn’t see even a tiny sliver of light out of the top or bottom of the blindfold, yet they were thin enough that when I touched the material at the front, it didn’t bulge out.
“OK,” said Todd.
I heard a knock on the door, then Todd said goodbye and walked away. There was no sound from the other side of the door until the elevator had begun its decent, taking the driver with it.
Then there was a soft click in front of me and I felt a waft of air from inside what must have been the penthouse. It carried with it the scent of flowers and a faint wisp of cigar smoke, and a cologne I knew well.
It was the kind Andrew used to wear, Clive Christian 1872. I inhaled deeply, despite myself. If the entire atmosphere of Earth could have been replaced with this intoxicating mixture, that would have been fine by me.
Whether it was the heat of his body, or some sixth sense, I could feel that my buyer was standing close in front of me. I licked my lips nervously.
“Hello?” I squeaked.
Warm breath puffed against my ear and neck and I gasped as he whispered to me. “Do as I say. Follow my lead.”
IFS customers were the kind of men, women, and couples who had risen to the top of their fields, used to getting their way. Ada had told me that they were almost always relentless alpha males, but the power of Mr. Smith’s voice, even at a whisper, rammed the point home more than any lesson from the high-end madam. That was a voice that demanded obedience.
He grabbed my hand, his grip as sure as his voice. This was no wheelchair-bound old oil tycoon getting his last thrill before keeling over. This was a man at the height of his power.
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A former office drone, a former nurse, I now spend every waking moment doing what I love, creating and publishing these steamy stories about bad boys from the mafia, motorcycle clubs, and mma that make me, and hopefully you, weak at the knees! Anywhere a bad boy can be found, I'll be there taking notes and making it even sexier 🙂
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