Author: Fiona Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Publication date: March 28th, 2019
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Model: David Wills
Photographer: Eric D. Battershell
He bought me, but not to touch or taste. He bought me to save me, and to atone for past sins.
Handsome and mysterious, he swoops in to offer me a new life, but this is no knight in shining armor. Heâs cold, hardened by his past. But thereâs an inferno underneath the ice, I can feel the heat each time he looks at meâeach time he gives in to the desire between us.
No matter how much I push to unleash the fire in his eyes, he shoves back harder each time. Heâs merciless with his cruel words, telling me how naive I am, how little I know of the world.
But Iâm stronger than he thinks.
When we face down our demons from the past, Iâll prove which one of us was in need of saving, and which one of us is the savior.
Excerpt . . .
Her head tipped back on the couch and turned to look at me with one brow arched. âYou can. I may not answer though,â she repeated my same words back to me.
âHow are you nineteen and still a virgin?â
âItâs not like Iâm forty,â she scoffed.
âI know, but itâs uncommon in this day and age.â
âI donât know. There wasnât anyone really great around where I was. No one that I felt safe enough with to even consider feeling attraction.â She shrugged before shifting to face me. âPlus my sister didnât make it seem all that appealing.â
âYou ever have a boyfriend?â
âNope.â
âKissed?â The question slipped out, lower and more intimate than Iâd planned.
A slow smile curled her lips. âWell, yeah. I kissed you.â
âWas I your only kiss?â I asked, shocked.
Her eyes dropped a bit before looking back up, a blush staining her cheeks. âAmong other first experiences.â
Her soft moans as her hips moved faster over my lap flashed in my mind, instantly bringing my dick to life.
âActually,â she began, âI donât think you get credit for my first orgasm. I kind of did that myself against you and I could have accomplished the same thing against a pillow. So maybe youâre not that great.â
No inner voice giving me warnings about giving her space and to keep this neutral could stop my male pride from rearing its head. I narrowed my eyes and shifted to face her, leaning an arm on the back of the couch to crowd her. âNot that great?â I growled.
The smile sheâd been trying to hold back broke free even as the slight blush became a rosy red that spread down her neck. âNah. Iâm still waiting for someone to give me my first real orgasm.â
A roaring sound filled my ears, like a wave washing away all common sense. In its place was me beating my chest demanding she acknowledge that she came against my crotch because I made her. I leaned in closer. âI gave you your first orgasm.â
She shrugged casually, but I saw the pulse thudding against her neck. I watched the way her tongue slicked out to coat her lips. âSorry to crush your spirits, but I did all the work. You just sat there. Kind of like a pillow would.â
âI was.â
âWerenât.â
âWas.â
âWerenât.â
âWas,â I growled, reaching the end of my patience.
She giggled. âWereââ
My lips crashed down on hers, stopping the childish argument. A small part of me knew how fucking stupid this all was. Iâd pushed her away, made decisions, gone on dates I didnât want to, all to make sure she stayed away. And here we were, kissing because I had to make a point that I was some caveman.
I was an idiot.
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