LUSTING is Book 4 of the MASKED EMOTIONS series, a series being compared to the works of Patterson and Koontz.
Enzio is not only a Dom, but a CEO specializing in hostile takeovers, buying the controlling shares of the businesses of the men who raped his sister. It’s all part of Enzio’s master plan.
There’s a new girl at the Seattle Looking Glass, or is there? Her name is Trinity and she wears a mask at all times at the club. But whoever she is, she is known as the unbreakable Sub, and it appears that she’s also a switch! Enzio is obsessed with her, but he has no idea who she really is.
Mistress Linster - This series runs circles around Fifty Shades! To me, it’s way better than Crossfire and it puts the Submission series to shame. This series has it all! A powerful alpha. A heroine who you hate at first, but oh man, does she ever grow on you. A mafia side story, a stepbrother romance, M/M scenes. I Love, love, LOVE Enzio Salazar and this addition of the Masked Emotions only solidifies why he's the best there was and the best there ever will be. The side stories are truly magnificent! I do not know anyone who could weave a tale with so many characters and bring them all together like an elaborate puzzle. The mafia side story had me gasping and fanning my eyes as I got choked up on a particular moment in the book regarding Abigail. I am infatuated with The Looking Glass and I find myself dreaming that I’m in there, enjoying myself in a night of debauchery without any inhibitions or regrets. I’m addicted to these characters and this author! The ending in this book left me in tears. It was sad and at the same time, so unexpected. I am now waiting for the fifth and final book like a good little girl. Until then, I am going to try my best in spreading the gospel that is Dom 241.
Darla sat for nearly fifteen minutes, eagerly watching one man after another walk past the window. She held her breath when each of them entered the diner and looked directly at her, but none of them was him. She lowered her head, feeling stupid and humiliated, thinking that she had been pranked. Just then a plate of seasoned French fries covered with brown gravy and melted mozzarella was placed in front of her and she stared at it.
“You should try it,” a male voice said. Darla slowly looked up. “My name is Marcus Smith.” It was a deep manly voice that caused her to shudder. He looked strong, so very strong. She instantly felt self-conscious. “As you can see in my resume, I have three years experience in developing Subs. Darla let out a half smile. “I was trained by the best,” he boasted. “For three and a half years my teacher was none other than Dom 241 at "The Looking Glass."
Darla didn’t know what to say. She thought she was just going to meet this man and then they would get started. That was what Duke had done to her for a long time.
Darla then glanced over at her resume and felt embarrassed that she had brought her work resume. She was about to place her hand over the folder, but he took it, and she felt embarrassed. “This is a regular work resume.” He sounded a bit offended. “You stated that you were a Sub.”
“I am, well, sort of,” she sighed, and Marcus leaned back as she began to tell him about her employer with the extreme S&M fetish. “Mr. Smith, please. I need to become a better Sub,” she begged, “I have money and…”
Her eyes focused on the four sheets of paper he handed her. “Contract?” she asked.
Marcus looked at her strangely. “Yes, a contract,” he replied. “Did your employer just start being your Dom without having you sign a contract?”
Marcus took a deep breath and gently took her by her elbow. He led her to his apartment and began rubbing her back, and then without saying a word he removed her shawl, ripped off her blouse, and gasped when he saw the scars. His eyes widened at the teeth marks on her breasts, sides, and stomach. He then grabbed her nude bra and gently lifted it up, focusing on the heavy bruise underneath each breast. “This man is a monster. I’m going to make sure no one does this to you ever again!” he yelled.
“Please Enzio, punish me,” Lana whispered as she looked into his eyes. She missed being under his control. There were no masks, no fake names, just the two of them. She desperately needed him, and with every breath she wanted him. “Please punish me,” she whispered again as he kissed her neck and slowly moved up to her lips. “I have toys in the nightstand by my bed.”
He took her and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe before lightly kissing her neck. “No toys,” he whispered, “No punishment.” He moved down to her shoulders. “No fake names, Trinity.”
“You know?” she panted.
He pulled her to the bed as she breathed heavily.