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This is a standalone novella at 37,274 words. This is an erotic romance so please be aware it is graphic in nature and includes anal sex before purchasing
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This is a standalone novella at 37,274 words. This is an erotic romance so please be aware it is graphic in nature and includes anal sex before purchasing
Ellie Shaw has been in love with Greg Turner since she first
met him at sixteen. It doesn’t matter that now at twenty-four he still treats
her like a kid sister, Ellie still loves him. So, why did her body go haywire
when she first met Dmitri Markhoff? Dmitri was taking over the company she had
worked so hard to keep going; Ellie wasn’t part of the bargain. Okay, she
needed the job of personal assistant he was offering, and it was only for three
months. That was more than enough time to save money so that once the time was
up she could support herself while she found another job, she would move back to
Alexandria and be near Greg. She loved Greg. Hormones—and never having been
touched—were all that was making her feel the way she did about Dmitri. She was
sure of it. Besides all of that, men as gorgeous as Dmitri Markhoff didn’t look
twice at women like her, who wore a dress size in the double digits; they went
for models that were a size zero.
Dmitri Markhoff is a ruthless corporate raider and had long
given up on soft feelings for women. He enjoyed their bodies and paid for it in
diamonds and other trinkets. All he wants is Elise’s lush body, which has the
kind of curves that should come with a warning sign; love isn’t something he’s
looking for. When he figures out that Elise is untouched, his body goes into
overdrive. Even though he’s aware that keeping her is wrong, since all he wants
is sex, he’s having the hardest time letting her go.
Excerpt:
“Why are you crying?”
She shook her head, she couldn’t look at him, but he
wouldn’t let her go and his other hand was around her arm, pulling her to him.
Her body came alive and it terrified her. “It doesn’t matter.” She managed to
sputter.
“The hell it doesn’t matter. Tell me, right now.”
“She called me fat, and she’s right. I shouldn’t cry about
it, it’s stupid to cry about it.”
His grip went tighter and his words were ice. “Who told you
that? Which one of them said that?”
“Tanya.”
His hand came up under chin and tugged her face up to his.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped under her eyes. “That bitch
has no idea what she’s talking about. You have no idea what you’re talking
about.”
He tucked the handkerchief away and his other hand threaded
through her hair and pulled the clip out that contained her hair in a sloppy
bun. His hand went back into her hair and his grasp was a fraction below
punishing. “You are beautiful. Every feature on your face fits perfectly and is
achingly sweet. Your body isn’t a stick figure with a lollipop head. You have
curves that are dangerous to my peace of mind.” His hands slid down her neck
leaving a trail of fire and goose bumps. He pushed the jacket from her
shoulders, a finger went up to the top of her plain grey blouse and then both
hands were there, ripping it open.
Shock ran over her at his words, at the burning fire in his
eyes. Her hands went up to cover herself, embarrassed by the tired white bra
and aching peaked nipples. He pushed her hands away cupping a breast in each
hand. “I want you so badly, if it weren’t for my belief that you’ve never had
another lover I would fuck you, right here in this dressing room. Has there been
another man?”
She could only shake her head. Her tongue was stuck to the
roof of her mouth.
“I have taken cold shower after cold shower, and still I’m
hard and aching to know the feel of your breasts in my hands, in my mouth. Will
your nipples be the color of the blush on your cheeks or the color of your
sweet ripe mouth?” His hands, big and warm, as they cupped her made her feel
small and hot. A thumb toyed with a pebbled tip through the cloth and she
longed to have his skin against her there.
Her head rolled back, at her core, she was molten and
melting and she clenched her legs together. He knew it; shame filled her as his
eyes read her so easily. His hands slid down her body, to her waist. “Your
waist is smaller than your clothes let on,” his large hands spanned her waist,
squeezed before moving lower, and covered the round curve of her butt. As his
hands slipped below her skirt, she gasped and then he began to mold and caress
her trembling flesh. “And these cheeks, these are the cheeks that have taunted
me every day. I only need to think of your beautiful, full, round ass and I get
hard. When you bend over, I want to become an animal and take you fast and hard
from behind, with you on your knees so I can watch your ass move with my
thrusts. Do you feel how hard you make me, now that I finally have you in my
hands?” He pulled her to him and she felt him hot and thick against her and
moaned his name, pleadingly.
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s what I’ve been longing for, to hear
you moaning my name. Do you feel what you do to me? A week filled with wet
dreams about your body. Do you know what a wet dream is, Elise? It’s when a man
dreams he’s having sex and wakes up in a state of need as thick as I am and
sometimes a man even comes in his sleep. That has been my week of torture,
dreaming that my cock is buried deep in your pussy, wanting you so badly I come
from the dream of it. I want you to say it. ‘I am so beautiful and sexy that I
make Dmitri come in his dreams for me.’ Say it.” He hissed in her ear.
Her body was on overload, the feel of him hard against her
was making her want to cry out in need. The lewd, graphic words he spoke
excited her. His accent was again caressing her name and making it into a
promise. His voice had dropped to a lower smoky timber that was vibrating down
her backbone. She wanted him closer; she wanted to crawl inside his skin. “I’m
so beautiful,” he pressed against her and her arms went around his neck to
bring him closer to her but he resisted, whispering in her ear to repeat his
words. His breath was hot against her ear and just like that, a gush of liquid
spilled onto her already moist panties. “I’m so beautiful and sexy that I make
Dmitri come in his dreams for me.” She panted out.
“Again, say it again.”
“I’m so beautiful and sexy that I make Dmitri come in his
dreams for me.” She was breathless now.
His hands were at the zipper at the back of her skirt. He
unzipped the skirt and then ripped the skirt in two, yanking it from her body.
“You are a beautiful woman and anyone who doesn’t see that, including you, is
an idiot. I don’t want to hear another word on this subject again. Do you
understand?” At her jerky nod, he was gone.
Wow! I love that you made Ellie curvy! I've not read one book with such a character. I am adding this one to my wish list!
ReplyDeleteA curvy sexy Ellie? of course its going on my Cury Girl Wishlist.
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