He saved my life. Then he made me his.
When he came to my aid after a head-on collision that seemed not to have been an accident, Jameson Stark offered me a ride, help with my car, and a job at the most exclusive club in town.
He also bared me, spanked me until I knew better than to argue with him again, and then showed me what it means to be in the debt of a billionaire who isn’t afraid to take everything he’s owed.
But as the owner of the Miami branch of Carnal Sins, it isn’t just Jameson’s wealth and good looks that draw attention, and I knew a man like him must have enemies. I just didn’t care.
Not when his every smoldering glance all but demanded my submission…
Author: Piper Stone
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His body tensed, enough so I pushed back from the railing, trying to bite back a moan. There was no way. When he pulled me against his chest, wrapping his hand around my forehead, I’d never felt freer in my life. In the next few seconds, I sensed him tensing.
There was no other warning before he erupted deep inside my dark hole, every muscle in the man’s gorgeous frame shaking.
I was completely breathless, shocked that I’d enjoyed the round of sin as much as I had. He cradled me against him for a full minute, both of us watching the crackling of lightning pulsing in the sky.
Seconds later he pulled out, turning me around to face him. Where he’d been forceful before, there was a difference in him, the look in his eyes something I could no longer read. He lowered his head and I closed my eyes, anticipating he’d capture my lips. I sensed he was hovering over me, his hot breath skipping across my already heated skin. Then he pressed his lips against my forehead before gathering me in his arms.
There was no concept of saying no to him.
As he took long strides through the house, carrying me like a prized possession, the entire experience felt normal. Who was I to know what normal was any longer? I’d thought that’s what I had, a guy I could fall in love with, eventually get married and buy the perfect little house. Maybe pop out a kid or two. When whoosh. It had all been destroyed by…
By a tragedy I couldn’t allow myself to remember any longer.
I had no idea how he wasn’t knocking into things as he carried me up the stairs since his eyes never left mine. They also never blinked, the color intense like steel after being heated to a thousand degrees, deep silver with pearlescent flecks. I had no doubt he was going to devour me, keeping the control he’d begun on that bright day that now seemed a lifetime ago instead of a couple of days.
Being brought to his house had been completely unexpected. Perhaps I was in shock that I’d garnered his attention more than just being the sad girl down on her luck. He kicked open a partially closed door, instantly flicking a switch.
The warm glow of light in the room did little to hide the shadows. But it did provide a spotlight on his impressive bed.
One complete with shackles.
Or was that my imagination getting the better of me?
He eased me onto the center of the bed, a slight smirk on his face. “Do not move.”
“Or what will happen?”
“Or you’ll learn to respect the feel of the leather strap.”