My escape from memories, from everyday worries, from the feeling I should save everyone.
Pain and pleasure-that’s always been my drive.
I have done it a million times in private clubs like this, with girls whose names and faces elude me. I could tell her to put away the whip and strip, untie me and straddle me. Pain and sex are two separate things-but the girl isn’t ugly, and I haven’t gotten laid in a while, too caught up in work and worry about my parents getting out of jail. Pain shudders down my nerve endings as she hits me again, and I close my eyes on a sigh, tensing up for the next hit, shivering with pleasure.Īm I hard? Sure I am. The pain feels good, every fall of the whip across my back and thighs, every smack of the paddle over my ass, every hit of the stick. She doesn’t disappoint: nice curves, a pretty face. I shift on the whipping bench to get an eyeful. Are you good, or should we go another round?Ĭrack that whip, baby. Her eyes are heavily done in black kohl, her mouth a red slash on her face. What do you need? the girl asks, walking around me in her black lacy underwear and long blond hair swinging. * Standalone romantic suspense novel, though Best read after Storm and Hawk * Read more Why do I want a girl who's nothing like the dominant women I usually go for? And how the hell am I going to keep my mind on taking down the corrupted Organization when she's around? Or at least, she didn't, until the last time I happened to be there. I want to tie her up, I want her to tie me up, I want to try every filthy kink possible with her.īut she doesn't want anything to do with me. So buttoned up, her gaze so icy when she looks at me, she pushes all my buttons. She works at the hotel as a cleaning maid, and she's prim and proper and damn pretty.
It will only take a phone call.Ī very sexy complication. Nobody will bat an eye if I ask for my usual relief from stress in one of their stylish pain rooms with some random girl who likes to dom. Luxury hotel with a kink, and my regular haunt. Because the only way to reach the center of the web is to crawl right into the spider's lair-and that turns out to be the Cronin Scarlet Hotel. Setting up my trap while keeping my friends safe is a challenge-and my private life shouldn't interfere.Įxcept it does. It's my turn to fight the shady Organization that's dug its fucking claws into every business in my town.
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