Author: Sierra Cartwright
Genre: NA/Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotica, BDSM
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She still craved him… The sight of a collar in her boyfriend’s drawer had stunned Sarah. Panicking, she had fled. But no other man has ever been his equal.
Two years ago, the woman he’d hoped to collar and marry disappeared. So Reece McRae is stunned to find his former girlfriend on her knees, behaving as the submissive he’d always wanted.
Is it too late? He should refuse her, but an undeniable sexual attraction consumes him.
Sarah had been under Reece’s spell from the moment she met him. When she found a steel collar in his drawer, she panicked. The idea of a lifetime of his relentless demands, sensual and otherwise, suffocated her.
In the years they’ve been apart, she hasn’t met his equal. Now, convinced one last night will vanquish his memory, she sets out to seduce him.
The Reece she returns to is even more determined to have his way. Is she now strong enough, brave enough, to surrender to his love?
Excerpt . . .
Needing to protect herself, she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Did you hear me?”
“I did,” she said.
He tapped a finger on her chest, and the sensation reverberated through her.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Maybe this hadn’t been one of her better ideas. Part of her had actually believed that sceneing with him would help her get over him. Instead, it had made things worse.
In the years since she’d left him, she’d forgotten how masterful he was. But the moment the flogger’s strands had kissed her skin, the memories had flooded back. She’d remembered everything, from the first time he’d undressed her, to the first time he’d caressed her, to the first time he’d squeezed her buttocks before blazing her skin with his hand.
As she’d stood there, bound to the cross by her own volition, she’d again given herself over to him, knowing he would care for her. But she’d been unprepared for the way he had overwhelmed her senses.
When he’d entered the room earlier, she’d known it was him, even though she hadn’t been able to see anything and he hadn’t spoken. The forceful sound of the door slamming had ignited her nerve endings.
She’d wanted to look at him, drink in his tall, good looks. Remaining still had taken all of her resolve.
When he’d instructed her to kneel up, she’d been breathless.
The years they’d been apart had hardened him. Either that, or it was just her who brought out the steel in his eyes, in the rigidness of his posture.
No matter what, he still devastated her.
Standing in front of him, close enough that every one of her breaths was scorched by his scent, she yearned to run her fingers over his chest or bury them in his thick, dark hair. Her pussy throbbed with the need for his touch.
Always, he’d made her climax during or immediately following a scene. She keenly felt the absence of his touch.
Sarah had told Julien, and herself, that she knew what she was doing. Now, with Reece standing so close, and her being all but naked, she wasn’t so sure.
Until this moment, she’d underestimated his power over her. She’d been right to run. This man, more than any other, made her aware of her femininity and vulnerability. Before she was ready, he scooped her from the floor, into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Taking you back to your room. You’re not traipsing through the resort half dressed.”
“I wasn’t wearing much more than this when I walked down here,” she reminded him.
He was already striding toward the door when he said, “Non-negotiable, Ms Lovett.”
His tone was curt. When he was like that, she knew better than to continue the argument. Instead, she sighed and wrapped an arm around his neck “I need my purse, Reece.” She pointed to a small clutch on a table.
He carried her to fetch it.
“This is ridiculous,” she said as she snatched up the bag. “It would be easier if you let me walk.”
“What’s your room number?”
She realized he wasn’t going to respond to her statement. “Nine twelve.”
“Not a surprise. I’m on the ninth floor, as well.”
“Julien has a hand in everything,” she said.