[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Romantic Suspense, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Beautiful, curvy Ravyn Templeton saw Zane Ramsey in a BDSM club in Houston three years ago. He’s haunted her dreams ever since.
Zane is an Assistant District Attorney and co-owner of Club Mystique, the BDSM club he and his brothers built on their Texas ranch. When Ravyn’s ex-husband is arrested for trying to have her killed, the case is assigned to Zane.
The moment Zane meets Ravyn he wants her and even though he knows having an affair with her will jeopardize his career, he can’t resist her. When Ravyn’s ex-husband accuses her of laundering money for a drug cartel, and she refuses to answer Zane’s questions, he leaves her.
Fate in the form of Addison Ramsey steps in and brings them together again and again. Zane has the power to save Ravyn but only if he loves her enough to fight for her.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Angie K
Ravyn laughed, but before she could say yes or no, the sound of the front door slamming followed by the sound of footsteps hurrying toward the den drew everyone’s attention to the open doorway. A moment later, Zane Ramsey stopped in the doorway and glared at her. His black hair was mussed as if he’d shoved his hands through it a dozen times, and his black suit jacket was rumpled and hung open. His leaf-green eyes blazed with rage and she wanted to slip behind Thor or Mac, or even Ben for protection. Instead, she lifted her chin and dared him to do his worst.
“You can’t be here, Ravyn. This puts me in an impossible position.”
Ravyn rested a graceful hand on her hip. “Well, hello to you, too, lover.”
Zane cursed, then stalked toward her. Without pausing, he clenched his fist in the hair at her nape, then curved her into him until their noses were almost touching.
The heat from his body sent a shiver of arousal through her. “Let go, Zane.”
“You need to leave, Ravyn. Now.”
“No. I’m hiding from the press and everyone else who wants to put me behind bars—people like you.”
“Dammit, Ravyn. I told you I would protect you.”
“No, you didn’t. You said you would get me the best deal you could if I would turn state’s evidence.” She tried to move away, but he tightened his hand and pulled her head farther back while curving her pelvis against his. His erection pressed into her belly and she breathed a swift sigh of relief at the proof that he still wanted her.
“I told you from the beginning if you were guilty, I wouldn’t lie for you,” Zane said, the words gritted out between clenched teeth.
“Then you shouldn’t have fucked me.” Ravyn reached up and tried to pry his fingers from her hair. “Let go, Zane.”
“This time you’ve gone too far. Be still or I’ll beat your ass.”
“You can’t. You’re the one who set the limits of our relationship.” She gave up trying to pry his hand loose. “You said fucking only. Nothing else.”
“Tell me the truth, then—tell me what you know and I’ll help you.”
“Nothing. I don’t know anything.”
“You lie to me and then you question why I won’t—” He pulled her head back until the tendons in her neck stood out. “Just don’t lie to me again. It really pisses me off.”
Ravyn used her peripheral vision to look to her right. Everyone’s attention was focused on them. “Zane, let go. Everyone’s watching.”
“Don’t mind us,” Cade said. “You’d be surprised how often something like this happens around here lately.”
Zane shot a dirty look toward the room’s occupants, then focused on her again. “Everyone out.”
Cade picked Addison up, then settled in the chair behind his desk and smiled. Addison grinned at Zane, then snuggled into Cade, letting him know they were staying.
“We may have some information you might be interested in knowing, little brother,” Cade said as he smoothed his hand down the length of Addison’s braid.
Ravyn glanced at the wall behind Cade’s desk and saw a large portrait of him and Addison. In it, Addison was over Cade’s shoulder. One of her hands grasped the waistband of his leather pants as she looked down at the camera with a huge smile on her beautiful face. Cade’s large hand nearly covered her entire bottom as he held her in place and looked over his shoulder at someone below them. The dark look of passion on their faces was mesmerizing.
That was the way she wanted to be loved. Passionately, as if her death would totally destroy the man who loved her. She glanced at Zane and wondered what he would do if something happened to her. Would he grieve, or would he just move on? Before she could come to a conclusion, the sound of Thor’s voice drew her attention away from the portrait and back to the present.
“Better get comfortable, Ravyn.” Thor pointed to the chair he’d just vacated. “This is going to take a while.”
A soft growl of anger emanated from Zane as he released her hair. She smiled and heard him growl again. Knowing he was as pissed off as she was worried made her feel better about their situation.
Ravyn slid into the chair, then crossed her long, slender legs. The skirt of her wrap dress slid apart and she saw Zane’s eyes trace up her legs to her lap. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, then loosened his tie and jerked it away. A second later, he dropped his clothing on her lap, then settled onto the arm of her chair and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white dress shirt. She saw him glance at her lap again and without thinking, she wiggled and felt the gap in the dress fall farther apart. He sent her a sardonic smile and a blush of unexpected shame heated her cheeks. She adjusted the skirt of her dress then rolled his tie into a tight coil. She fussed with it for a moment, then tucked it into one of the jacket pockets before she smoothed her hand over the expensive fabric. She felt the eyes of the room’s occupants on her and Zane, waiting to see what his next move would be. He shifted and then squeezed her shoulder. “Are you with us here, princess, or are you off in your rich little world where everything is sunshine and roses?”
Ravyn sat up straighter and crossed her hands on his jacket. “I’m listening, of course, Zane.”
He nodded, then looked at Cade. “Okay, let’s hear what you have to say.”
Zane pushed his coffee away. “What do you want?”
“I want you to hold me for a little while until I feel safe again,” Ravyn said. “I want you to make love to me.”
Zane crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “We fuck, princess. We don’t make love. Now, tell me what you want.”
Ravyn couldn’t make herself meet his eyes. He was killing her. Killing any hope she had left that they could somehow be together. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, then walk away, but she couldn’t make herself leave him. She wanted one last time with him. One last memory, because no matter what Zane said, even when he fucked her, it somehow felt like he was making love to her. She licked her lips. “I want you to fuck me, Sir.”
“You know what I want. Show me what they taught you.”
Ravyn understood he was asking her about the girls’ night in she had spent at Thor’s home. She unbuttoned the shirt she wore and let it fall from her shoulders, then moved closer to him and dropped to her knees. She spread them, then laid her hands palms-up on her thighs and looked down.
“Knees a little farther apart.”
She obeyed him, then waited.
Zane got up and walked around her. “That must have been some party the five of you had, princess. Did you practice this position?”
Zane ran his hand over her head, then grasped her hair and pulled her head back. “Look at me.”
Ravyn obeyed him.
“I wanted you to be my slave. Do you understand what that means?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to serve you. Only you.”
Zane lifted her to her feet. He clenched his hand at her nape, then pulled her mouth to his. He brushed his lips over hers, once, then again. Slowly, he stroked his tongue over the seam of her lips and when she opened to him, he teasingly slid away, then began again. She loved the way he kissed her, slowly building up to the moment when he slid his tongue into her mouth and tasted her. She moaned into his mouth and he deepened the kiss as his arms tightened around her and lifted her against him.
“God, you taste so fucking good.”
Ravyn slid her arms around his shoulders and held onto him, never wanting to let him go. The kiss went on and on, one moment soft and teasing, then the next deep and devouring. She was panting for breath and her heart was pounding when she felt him reach between them and unbutton his jeans. A moment later, his fingers slid between her legs and he thrust them into her, then pinched on her clit. She gasped into his mouth and he chuckled.
“I always tell myself I’m going to take you slowly and savor every moment, but we both know this is going to be fast and hard.” Zane picked her up and trapped her against the wall. “Don’t we, princess?”
She nodded, then slid her hands down his back and pushed at the waistband of his jeans until they slid down. His cock pressed between her legs and he stopped, then looked at her as he thrust into her. Ravyn saw what he was feeling as he became a part of her. He wasn’t indifferent. He was as lost in her as she was in him. “Zane.” She kissed him, then said his name again, softly, then kissed him again.
He pressed his forehead against hers as he thrust into her. His chest rose and fell with every breath as he thrust harder and deeper. He kissed her again and slid his hand between them and over her clit.
“Come for me, Ravyn.”
“Oh, Zan—Sir,” she breathed, then moaned and flew apart in his arms. She pressed her breasts into his chest and pressed her mouth against his shoulder, then bit him. He grunted, then continued to pump into her, every now and then stopping, then continuing again, and she knew he was holding back his own pleasure.
He leaned back so they could see where his cock disappeared into her. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
His slick cock disappeared into her a couple more times, then she reached down and stroked her fingers over her clit. She made sure to keep her hand flat and to the side so he could see what she was doing.
“Does that feel good, pet?”
“Oh, yes, so good.” She stroked herself, then let her fingers run over Zane’s cock as he drew out of her before she raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them.
She looked into his eyes and saw a wave of heat flare in them before he reached down and grasped her clit.
Zane groaned and thrust faster. “Fuck, fuck. Come now, Ravyn.” He pushed her hand aside then pinched her clit and thrust into her, deep and hard, again and then again.