Claimed for the Master's Pleasure

STORY EXCERPT

He continued, “Out of respect for you and your father, I’ve waited an appropriate length of time before contacting you. It is only right that you should have an uninterrupted grieving period.”

“What the hell do you know about grieving? I’ve only known you for half an hour, but I can already see you’re nothing more than a cold, soulless man.”

Lia expected him to respond to her caustic remarks, but he didn’t. Instead, he calmly said, “When your father died, he left an unpaid casino marker.”

“Marker?” Her brows drew together.

“Think of it as an unpaid check.”

“Are you saying my father owed you money?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Ms. Constantine.”

It was a shock to discover her father was a gambler, and even worse that he’d left a debt behind. So Jake Benetti wanted it settled. Her father had left her a significant amount of money in his will, along with the family home they’d all shared with her mother until she’d died five years ago. Lia was the only beneficiary, making her legally responsible for any outstanding debts. It might put the plans for growing her personal trainer business on hold for a little while longer, but she’d always been taught by her parents, and especially her father, to pay her way in the world. Lia glanced at her watch. “I need to be going, Mr. Benetti. Unlike you, I have to work for a living. If you can show me legal documentation proving how much my father owed you, then perhaps we can settle this small matter once and for all.”

Jake Benetti shuffled the papers on his desk and cleared his throat. He lifted his gaze to hers. His ice-cold eyes drilled into her. “The amount owed is significant.”

“Mr. Benetti, quit the small talk. Are we talking hundreds, or even a few thousand dollars?”

His eyes fixed on hers, like cold chips of ice. “When your father died, he left an unpaid casino marker of almost 1.3 million dollars.” He flicked through the paperwork on his desk once more. “One million, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. To be precise.”

Like a fish lying on a riverbank, her mouth opened and closed several times as she gasped for air. Had she heard correctly? More to the point, had her father lost his mind? What on earth had possessed him to lose more than a million dollars in a place like this? Like a bolt from the blue, the answer came to her. The therapy course her father had paid for when she couldn’t cope after the death of her fiancé, Joe. The bill for that would have run into thousands, possibly even tens of thousands. But the thought of almost 1.3 million bucks left her speechless. He’d left her a little over two hundred thousand dollars in his will. What the hell had happened to the rest?

She looked across the desk. Jake Benetti sat there as calm as anything. “You must take some of the responsibility. Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Everyone who enters a casino is an adult, Ms. Constantine. People make choices, some good, some bad.”

“What are you going to do?”

ADULT EXCERPT

With her back still to him, she heard the unmistakable metal-on-metal sound of a zipper. “Brace your hands on the marble pillar.” The black stone felt cool to the touch as she held out her arms in a locked position. Using his legs, she felt her own legs being pushed wide apart. Her heart beat into overdrive as he smoothed his hands down her naked flesh. “Fuck, you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” She felt him authoritatively grab hold of her hips as though he owned her. It was wonderful feeling his cock press against her from behind.

Lia provocatively wiggled her bare butt, desperate to consummate their union, but Jake stood his ground. One hand cupped her breast, torturing her aroused nipple. The other slipped around her waist, gently fingering her clitoral piercing.

“Christ, you feel good, Lia.” She felt his hot breath on her neck as he massaged her nipple between his finger and thumb, the exact same way he massaged her engorged clit.

A tight moan of frustration left her lips. She wanted him inside her, filling her with his prick, but she knew better than to tell a Dom what to do. She knew he wanted her to beg. It was in his blood. Like a drug, he needed her complete submission.

“Jake, I need you.” A gasp left her lips as he gently bit her neck, a sign of his dominance over her, making her arch back against him. His skin felt warm and incredibly hard, and it made her want him even more.

“I can’t hear you, princess.” His rich, deep voice controlled her. “What did you say?” he teased.

“Please, Jake, please, fuck me. I know you want to.” Knowing exactly what a Dom demanded from his sub, she raised the stakes. “I’m begging you, Jake, please.”

“That’s better. That’s what I like to hear.”

He pushed her harder against the cool marble pillar and slid inside her pussy. The breath was forced from her lungs. Christ, he was big. With her back to him, she hadn’t realized just how big he was, but he felt huge as he relentlessly filled her, stretching her to breaking point.

Lia closed her eyes and savored the feeling of him deep inside her. Long-established submissive tendencies came to the fore as he dominated her body with his own. Whimpers of pure pleasure left her lips as he thrust deeper and faster.

He squeezed her nipples and clit harder, until the exquisite pain and pleasure became an intoxicating mix. This was what she missed more than anything.The sheer beauty of submitting to the demands of a dominant man. A man who would take exactly what he needed, without asking. Jake was that man. He wanted to fuck her fast and hard, and he didn’t hold back.

A tight coil spasmed deep inside her, making her mew with pleasure. “Oh, Jake.”

“That’s it, princess. Come for me. I want to hear your body respond to mine.”

His cock felt huge as her pussy clamped deliciously around it. Ten years of professional aerobics had made her body supremely flexible, and she arched back in complete submission. Her stomach thrust forward, and Jake smoothed a hand up to her neck, drawing her shoulders tighter against his chest. His other hand reached between her legs, and she felt him finger-fucking her clit as he pulled her even tighter against him. She felt her body heat mixing with his as his cock repeatedly impaled her. His strength and power amazed her as he almost lifted her from the floor. At that moment he owned her, and he knew it.

 “You want it harder.” His breathy words whispered against her neck were a statement of fact and not a question.

“You know I do, stop teasing me,” she breathlessly whimpered, biting down on her lower lip. “Take me. Make me come.”

“Oh, you’ll come all right, princess. I insist that you do. I demand it. I’m gonna fill you so hard, you won’t be able to stop fucking coming,” he assured her, forcing his cock into her wetness once more.

Seduced by Her Texas Billionaire Boss

STORY EXCERPT

“I hope you’re having more than just coffee for breakfast?”

“I rarely eat breakfast. This is perfectly adequate for me.”

She could clearly see the disapproval on his face, and when Sascha returned with a plate loaded with ham and eggs, he spoke.

“Sascha, a plate of ham and eggs for Tess, too.”

“Straightaway, Mr. Brannigan.”

“Kyle, I’m fine.”

“Honey, we’ve got one hell of a day ahead of us. The food is here, so eat.”

Annoyed that he was treating her like a child, she voiced her disapproval at his interference. “I’m a grown woman. I make up my own mind whether I eat, or—”

He pointed a finger directly at her. “Listen to me and understand this. You may not get another chance to eat until this evening. Do you want to take the risk of passing out because you’re too stubborn to know what’s good for you? I don’t have the time or the resources to babysit you twenty-four seven. So if you do faint, it’ll be your own fault.” His words were uncompromising and a little unkind.

It seemed like her new boss hadn’t got a heart. “Your concern is duly noted, Mr. Brannigan.” She emphasized her displeasure by using his formal title, knowing full well that it pissed him off.

He sighed, resignedly, and placed his hand gently on hers. “I don’t mean to sound so harsh, honey. I just know from years of experience how things tend to pan out in the field. You don’t eat or drink properly, and you become dehydrated, and then—”

“Very well, I’ll eat the damned breakfast,” she retorted irritably.

“Good, that’s settled then.” His beautiful face broke into a smile as he flicked his gaze once more to her, making her wonder if this was all a game to him. Maybe he was testing her to see what made her tick. Well she would keep super cool in his presence, if only to annoy him. Then he said, “Say, honey, are you always this grumpy in the morning?”

“Only when I’m not allowed to choose what I want for breakfast,” she answered hotly, already forgetting her promise to remain ice cold.

“What’s up? Didn’t you get a good night’s sleep?” A grin lit up his face in amusement as he forked a large portion of ham and eggs to his mouth.

“I slept particularly well.” Once her vibrator had managed to banish him from her mind.

“That’s real good. So that wasn’t you I heard tossing and turning in the bed, and crying out?”

Tess squirmed on her seat. Jesus Christ, those cabin walls really were super thin. “Absolutely not,” she vehemently denied. “And if you did hear something, which you didn’t, you couldn’t have been sleeping either.”

He held up his hands in self-defense. “Okay, okay, just asking. No need to bite my head off.”

Sascha brought a huge plate of ham and eggs from the galley and placed it in front of Tess. “If you need any more, ma’am, just let me know.” She then turned her attention to Kyle and smiled a perfect smile. “Would you like more coffee, Mr. Brannigan, sir?”

“Mmm, yeah, thanks, Sascha, that would be great.”

Tess immediately felt a pang of unwanted jealousy when Kyle’s gaze fixated on Sascha’s perfect ass as she made her way back to the galley. Wanting to bring his attention back to her, rather than the waitress, she asked, “Kyle, you got any sisters?”

“Two, why?”

“I bet you bullied them mercilessly when you were younger.”

A warm smile drifted to his lips as he shoveled yet another forkful of ham and eggs to his mouth. After smiling and chewing for a few moments, he eventually replied, “If by bullying you mean pulling their braids, and cutting the heads off their Barbie dolls, then yeah, I guess I did.” He pointed his fork at her. “I’ll tell you one thing, honey. If this is how you usually act, then you must have given your kid brother hell when you were both growing up.”

“I was the perfect sister to my little brother.”

He raised an eyebrow in mock disbelief. “Somehow I doubt that.”

When he started laughing, she couldn’t stop herself from joining in and laughing, too. “Oh, Kyle, I can’t be angry with you for long. By the way this breakfast is delicious.”

“What did I tell you, honey?”

“Okay, okay, just this once I agree. You’re right and I’m wrong.”

Sascha returned with fresh coffee and placed it on the breakfast table. “Mr. Brannigan, sir, Captain Morales has asked me to inform you that the Quelinne Rig is now visible on your left.”

“Thanks, Sascha.” Kyle turned to the window and stared out. “Hey, take a look at this, Tess.” He placed a protective arm around her shoulder as she hunkered down to look through the porthole. “Ain’t that just about the most awesome thing you’ve ever seen?”

Being so close to a man like Kyle Brannigan made her aware of every inch of him. His masculine scent was unmistakable and highly arousing. In the distance she could just make out a huge plume of smoke rising unchallenged into the sky as the oil blowout belched acrid fumes into the stratosphere. She turned to Kyle.

“Wow, that sure is some sight.”

Kyle was in his element, all pumped up and macho. If he wanted her, would she refuse him, could she refuse him? She had to admit his sex appeal went right off the scale. He subtly moved his hand from her shoulder to her waist.

“There it is, Tess. Your first assignment with Brannigan Enterprises.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Man, I love this job.” He turned to look at her, the vivid blue of his eyes a stark contrast to the sea of dirt that covered his handsome, rugged face. When his gaze drifted to her lips, a quiver of anticipation flooded her body. Was he going to kiss her? His deep voice rasped, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Tess, you shouldn’t look at a guy like that when his blood’s up.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me. Like you want me inside you.”

I do. Oh how I do. I’ve seen this man risk his life, and it fills me with awe.

When she licked her lips expectantly, he roughly pulled her into his arms. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Tess.” He planted a possessive kiss to her mouth. Of their own accord her arms wound around his neck, her fingers threading sensually through his damp hair. He smelled of sweat, the sort a man got from hard manual labor. No guy who worked in an office ever smelt like this. Right at this very moment, Kyle Brannigan was a raw, uncompromising Alpha male, the kind who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Strangely, she didn’t care that he was dirty. In fact quite the opposite held sway. The smell of man sweat mixed with oil turned her on, making her pussy wet with need. He filled her with a sense of sexual longing she’d only ever read about. Kyle was so alive. Maybe being so close to death made a man appreciate life all the more.

Brushing his lips to her ear, he whispered, “The time for talking is over.” He roughly pushed her against the wall of the utility cabin, his body following hers as he pressed her deliciously against the creaking structure. Christ, it felt so damned good when his hips pinned her in place. The unmistakable bulge in his coveralls gave her a clear indication of just how much his blood was up.

She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Kyle right now. Tess raised her chin and stared into his eyes, daring him to go further. If she held her head firmly against the wall, it would stop the tremors that threatened to shake her body apart. Just the way he looked at her made her pussy moisten uncontrollably. He was a predator, pure and simple, and she was his prey. It was frightening, yet exciting, too.

Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the small space until she finally broke the silence. “Someone might—”

“No chance.” Kyle kicked the door shut with a booted foot. He locked it with a resounding click, before turning his undivided attention back to her. As his eyes swept over her, he grabbed a handful of hair, twisting it firmly until she couldn’t move her head at all. It was a possessive act, an act of ownership, and one that turned her on. He was all male, and he wanted her. He made her feel like a real woman. Something Chad had been unable to do in the six years they’d spent together.

“You’re mine now. You belong to me.” He roughly cupped her chin, splaying his fingers wide, allowing his thumb to brush across her lips. For some crazy reason she couldn’t stop herself sucking it into her mouth.

This act of submission seemed to inflame him further, and he kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs wide. Her heart pounded relentlessly, and her breasts heaved as he trailed a hand between her legs, lifting her skirt as he raised it inexorably higher.

“Kyle.” The single word trembled from her lips.

“Shhh, honey. You’re safe with me.”

She stared into his vivid blue eyes, completely mesmerized and controlled by him.

He nipped her lips with his teeth. “You want this.”

“Yes.” The word didn’t struggle from her. It came easily, so very easily. Everything about Kyle excited her. The combined smell of oil and sweat, his prick hard and pushing against her belly. His heart pounding in perfect rhythm with her own.

The heat in his gaze intensified as he pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger deep inside her wetness, before caressing her clit. This most intimate of contact made her moan appreciatively. Kyle’s eyelids flickered shut, covering his gorgeous blue irises as he breathed deeply. “Oh, Tess, you’re so beautiful.” His mouth claimed hers, controlling and possessive.

When she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being drawn down, she knew there was no turning back.

Oh…my…God, he’s going to take me here and now, and I’m not even going to put up a fight. What the hell are you playing at, woman?