The American Soldier Collection 10: Compromising Love (LoveXtreme)

The American Soldier Collection 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,242
32 Ratings (4.8)
[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, light BDSM, spanking, HEA]
Aspen Brooks is a fighter, a survivor set out to destroy the nightmares from her past by being a workaholic and dominating the business field. But she can’t seem to put the past behind her, especially once she figures out who was responsible. These are bad men. Russian mobsters who rule the streets and the businesses she’s involved in. As she initiates her attack against the Russian mob boss, she also draws the attention of five retired Navy Seals, who are friends with her brother and always seem to show up wherever she is. They’re made men, too. She is completely attracted to them. But ignores it because she feels she’s incapable of love. As business deals turn awry, her sneaky maneuvering hits the Russian mob boss where it hurts, in his wallet. Aspen must decide between seeking that ultimate revenge and compromising true love, or embracing her destiny and with it her true identity and a family tie far more dangerous then the man she’s set out to destroy.
Note: This book contains excessive violence against the heroine by a villain.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
The American Soldier Collection 10: Compromising Love (LoveXtreme)
32 Ratings (4.8)

The American Soldier Collection 10: Compromising Love (LoveXtreme)

The American Soldier Collection 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,242
32 Ratings (4.8)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Another great book in the series
Fell in love with the cover and then fell in love with the book. Great story!!

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Aspen Brooks crossed her legs and watched Clarence Cartwright’s eyes zero in on her body. She wanted this deal to go through for so many reasons. Initially revenge ruled her mind. Knowing who some of the players were and risking her life, her soul to get the information she wanted hadn’t even fazed her. She was so damn hallow inside and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. That saying that time heals all wounds was a load of bullshit when it came to her and her experience. No, she wasn’t healable.

This was the third damn meeting with this man, a multimillionaire who wanted to build a major business complex in Texas that would eventually expand over thousands of acres of prime land. If successful, which she truly thought he would be without a doubt, he would be worth billions.

“I’m impressed with the work you’ve done with these numbers, Aspen. Your concepts and Dmitri’s are so much better than anything I’ve personally come up with in designing,” Clarence said as he looked over the portfolio and her own personal ideas she felt he would be impressed with. Clarence leaned forward and looked her over.

She was dressed a little less conservative in her designer knee length, beige skirt that hugged her shapely figure and the camisole in pale yellow that showed off a bit of cleavage. Her designer bangle bracelets were in great contrast to the small heart of tiny diamonds that her brother had brought her right before he left for the military. She was only a kid, barely a teenager, but she cherished it.

Many people asked her why she wore such a plain, minuscule heart when she could afford one loaded with huge diamonds. They didn’t understand her. The wealth and reputation she established in business was her way of surviving.

“Are you certain that I can’t interest you in coming to work for me? We would be good together, Aspen.” He held her gaze with hunger in his eyes. She knew that look and just like all the others, it did nothing for her. There were only a handful of men that made her body, and her emotions react to them. They were five men she could never have, because they didn’t share the same feelings and thought of her like a baby sister.

She smiled and ran her hand across the pictures on the table, picking one up and looking it over.

“I’ll think about it, Clarence. You do know how much I like Texas. I prefer it over any other place.”

He looked her over and leaned back in his chair.

“I’ve often wondered why it is you work for a man like Dmitri. You’ve established your own reputation in the business world. You can basically name your price and land any job you want in most major cities.” She raised one eyebrow up at him, surprised by his question.

He quickly added as he leaned forward in his chair. Dressed casually with a white button-down shirt and khaki pants. They were out on his yacht and miles from shore.

“Don’t get me wrong. I like Dmitri. I understand what I’m getting involved with if I choose to use his company and all his connections. It’s the same with Andrei Renoke.”

“Oh, no it isn’t. Renoke will weasel his way into taking over your project. At first he’ll start with suggestions, ideas that you’ll pay for, and then he’ll begin asking for a cut, a partnership in building this enterprise of yours. Dmitri doesn’t want to take your limelight. Dmitri wants to ensure his companies and employees have work, and bring in income, keeping him and his associates at the top of the list of the best. They’re your hired help. You remain in charge, at the center of it all and everything remains Clarence Cartwright’s.”

He gave a small smile.

“I suppose you know who Dmitri would like to use in establishing the first building, the security and main offices of the project.”

“Of course. The information about the companies are right here.” She reached for the folder and opened up the one on Pro-Tech Industries and then the one on Liberty Construction and Development.

“These are the top contenders for the job. I can personally vouch for both of them. You won’t find a better, fairer priced security firm and construction development company around.”

He looked at the documents though she knew he already did his research.

“Renoke’s workers are immigrants trying to make it in this country after fleeing some pretty devastating conditions,” he told her. She knew that Cartwright was a patriotic man. A true Texan through and through.

“Liberty Construction and Development and Pro-Tech Industries, employ retired and even disabled military veterans and their families. There are men and women who have risked their lives to keep our country safe and secure. They’re American citizens surviving and providing for their families and loved ones. But, the choice is yours, Clarence,” She told him and he held her gaze then gave a small smile.

“I’ll need to look these over and compare to Renoke’s offer. I’ll get back to you. I’ll have my secretary call to set up another meeting soon.”

She nodded her head.

“You have my personal cell phone number, Clarence. Call me. I want you to understand that what I’m offering. Dmitri is offering that personal touch, the traditional handshake relationship that has been the start of thousands if not millions of successful business deals since the establishment of this great country of ours.”

He stood up and so did she. Clarence reached out and she shook his hand. He held it a little longer than a handshake should be.




“What’s your problem?” she said, snapping at him, and it was too late when she saw the change in his eyes. She stepped back and he was on her in a flash.

Her one retreating step was halted by a single strong arm that wrapped around her waist and pulled her against Zin’s chest.

“You’re my fucking problem,” Zin said and then pressed his mouth over hers and began kissing her.

The tables turned quickly on her, making her head feel fuzzy, her body suddenly filled with overwhelming sensations. She felt every touch, every caress and shock to her system as Zin took complete control over her.

His tongue plunged into her mouth in exploration and possession. She gripped his shoulders, pulled at his polo shirt as her mind try to decipher what the hell was happening here. She was confused, yet completely aroused and affected by his touch, his actions, and his dominance. But then came the reality of this. He didn’t care for her in that way. He was teaching her a lesson. But what lesson was it? The old traditional belief that men overpowered women? Perhaps the misconception that women could be ultimately controlled by a man’s dick? No, no fucking way. Not her. Not like this. She was in love with him, with them goddamn it!

She pulled from his mouth. The sound of his heavy breathing matched her own. His eyes looked wild and his face was red, tight, the muscles and veins standing out more so by his temples and neck as he strained to keep control.

“What the hell are you doing? Is this how you welcome your new female employees? You fuck them?” She spat her words at him.

She felt the palms of his hands glide under her skirt, lifting it and gripping her ass, squeezing as he simultaneously lifted her by her ass cheeks and pressed her hard against the wall a mere foot behind her.

She gasped and grabbed his shoulders as the feel of his belt and the material from his pants chaffed against her inner thighs.

“No. I don’t fuck my female employees. The only woman I want to fuck is the one I’ve wanted to fuck for at least the last five years.” He covered her mouth and kissed her again as his words sunk in. He wanted her? He desired her in that way? Was it just the macho, male mobster who wanted to claim a piece of ass and she was one woman he never could have because of her past, his loyalty to her brother, or simply because he was sexually attracted to her? Did she even care?

She realized very quickly as the sound of her panties tearing, and the feel of his tongue plunging into her mouth took away any ability to talk.

She gasped as thick, hard fingers pressed against her very unusually wet pussy before they plunged up into her.

“Oh God!” she cried out, pulling from his lips. Zin suckled against her neck, rocked his hips in sync to his fingers as he thrust them into her. She felt his tongue, his lips and teeth against her sensitive skin and she moaned. She never felt anything like this before. Never.

“Open for me, Aspen. I know you want it. I know you feel exactly the way I do. I want you. I want to be inside of you. Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me you want it, damn you.” He grunted and thrust his fingers, and she felt her body tighten. She felt something foreign, strange overpower all other feelings in her body and she feared letting go.

“Give it to him. Let go, Aspen, and give it to him now.” Storm’s strong voice surrounded her. She looked at him. She saw the arousal on his face, on Zin’s face as Zin continued to pump his fingers up into her cunt.

Then the others were there. Winter, Weston, York, and they all looked hungry. They all wanted her and the desire, the need overwhelmed her completely and she let go.

“Oh!” She screamed her release, shaking, rocking her pussy against Zin’s thick, hard fingers as she screamed through the most amazing orgasm ever.

“That’s it baby. Goddamn, Aspen, you look so fucking gorgeous when you come,” Zin told her.

“She looks incredible, like an angel when she comes,” York said, and she felt embarrassed. Suddenly like a fool for letting go like this. She tightened her thighs.

Zin pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought them to his mouth. He sucked the glistening cream off each finger. “Fucking delicious.”

She felt her lips part and she stared at him in awe. Never in her life did she imagine feeling like this. The desire, the depth of emotion, the bond that was instantly there when she was around these men.

“Unbutton that blouse and show me what’s mine,” he ordered.

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