King's Trophy (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,000
1 Ratings (3.0)

Mason Campbell is bored with life. He has everything he's ever wanted—money, power, and any woman at the snap of his fingers. After working his way out of the gutter, he is now king. People fear him. And he’s bored. Until he looks across the dance floor at one of his nightclubs to see a stunning woman dressed in red. He has to have her.

Holly Allan is finally free from a loveless marriage to a cheating jerk. Nine years she devoted her life to a man who didn’t know how to be faithful. When Mason enters her life, she’s not looking for anything long term. She’s not ready to trust men. Mason is not taking no for an answer.

He sees the passion in her eyes, the yearning. Her husband didn’t know the treasure he had, but Mason does. One taste was never going to be enough and he’s not letting Holly get away. He’s going to keep her. He knows what it's like to go without, to beg, to crave. What he cannot do is allow his life to touch Holly’s. He’s a bad man, a monster, and he has made a lot of enemies. But what will he do when her ex-husband is determined to tell her the truth about who Mason really is?

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King's Trophy (MF)
1 Ratings (3.0)

King's Trophy (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,000
1 Ratings (3.0)
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“You snuck out of my apartment this morning, why?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to do. I’m an early riser and I’ve never done the morning-after-the-whole-night-before thing. I didn’t know what to do.” She blew out a breath. “Is this what this is about? I didn’t take anything and we said it was only going to be a one-time thing.”

“I fucked you four times last night. You had multiple orgasms. This has already been more than a one-time thing,” he said.

“I didn’t steal anything,” she said. “I just grabbed my stuff and left. You’ve totally ruined my shirt. I’ve already tried to attach the buttons and there are tiny holes.” She sighed.

He followed her through to her kitchen and he saw the oven was open, and there was a light smell of chemicals in the air.

“You’re cleaning your kitchen?” he asked.


“Don’t you hire people to do that?”

“Not everything needs to be done by other people. Besides, I happen to like cleaning.” She shrugged. “I don’t know why I love to clean but I do. Do you want a drink? I have tea and coffee. That’s pretty much it. Or water. I don’t drink soda. Or I’ve got milk. Unless you want something stronger.”

He watched her as she pushed a strand of hair off her forehead.

“I don’t need anything stronger. Is there any other reason you left this morning?” he asked.

“No. I didn’t want to do this part as I thought it would be too awkward, and you’re kind of proving me right. This is a whole lot of awkward right now.” She pressed her lips together. “I’ve never done this. I’ve never experienced anything like this and I feel like I’m constantly saying the same thing.”

“I understand what you’re saying.”

“Great, so why are you here?” Holly asked. “I thought men don’t want women who cling, and yet you’re here.”

“I don’t like it when women sneak out of my apartment after I fuck them hard and well.” He closed the distance between them and he was a little surprised she didn’t back away from him.

“Then put it down as a brand-new experience,” she said. “I’m pretty sure there have been plenty of women who haven’t wanted the morning-after weirdness.”

He smiled. “No, not a single one, but then I guess that has something to do with the fact I don’t let them stay, and none of them are allowed in my apartment. Whenever I fuck them, we go to a hotel. Never to my place.”

“Are you trying to say that I’m special?” she asked.

He loved her snarky attitude. He loved the fact she wasn’t frightened of him. She doesn’t know who you are, or what you’re capable of. If she did, she’d have run across the country by now.

Gripping the back of her neck, he pulled her close and slammed his lips down on hers. He avoided answering the question because as of right now, she was fucking special. She had taken away his boredom and in return given him something to look forward to. No woman had ever done that. From the moment she started dancing in his nightclub, he’d been hooked.

Mason traced across her bottom lip and as he heard her gasp, he couldn’t help but smile. He loved how responsive she was. Moving her backward, he pressed her up against the kitchen counter. He let go of her neck to capture her wrists, pinning them either side of her. He was a lot taller than her. Looking at her now, he felt that craving again, the hunger to take her.

Thrusting his pelvis against her, he watched her eyes, seeing her response. They widened, just slightly, but enough for him to see that his body affected her. He was so hard it would be impossible for her to not feel his arousal.

“Do you not want me to take you, Holly? Do you want me to leave?”

She whimpered and he pressed his lips against her neck, sliding his tongue back and forth across the pulse, and then nipping the delicate flesh with his teeth. Another whimper escaped her.

He let go of her arms, she was perfectly capable of pushing him away, of rejecting him. She didn’t do either. Her hands stayed at her side and he reached for the edge of her old shirt. In one swift swoop, he peeled it over her head.

Underneath she wore a delicate lacy bra, peach this time, and it seemed to highlight the dark red of her nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of her delicate flesh. He craved her so fucking much, wanted her badly.

But the anticipation was all part of the play. There was no fun in scoffing the dessert when you could take it spoonful by spoonful. He didn’t want to stuff himself. No, he wanted to take his time with Holly, and as he did, he was going to enjoy it.

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