Title: Her Master's Reckoning
(#4 of Masters)
Author: Lily White
Genre: Dark Romance, Erotica, BDSM
I was a Courtesan.
It was in an art gallery where I first met the man who would steal me away.
Ours was not a healthy relationship.
People would claim to be a Courtesan makes me weak.
I would tell them that to be Aiden's Courtesan, you must be strong.
That is what it means to live my life.
That is what it means to submit fully.
That is what it means to be a Courtesan.
Aiden believed I wasn't strong enough to overpower him.
He believed I wasn't smart enough to play his game.
It's finally my turn to take control.
It's my chance to prove to Aiden that all his beliefs are...
Excerpt . . .
It had all been a game.
Yet I was the player who was cornered.
I placed the bottle down, careful to set it far from his reach.
My confession could affect him in multiple ways. Perhaps the alcohol was to my benefit.
“I want you to teach me again.”
He laughed, his shoulders shaking once with the bark of sound. Lifting his hand, he traced the back of one finger down the line of my jaw. “Look where that got us last time. How many more secrets do you need in order to bury me?”
“You’re drunk,” I accused.
A glimmer in his stare, mischievous and secretive. “Not so much that I don’t see the threat standing in front of me.” A roll of his shoulders, eyes closing and opening again. “The question is how drunk am I? Are you willing to chance that it’s not enough to weaken me?”
“I need help, Aiden, and you’re the only person who can show me what I want to know.”
Voice husky and deep. “Get on your knees and beg.”
“No,” was my immediate answer. “Not tonight. Not when it goes against why I’m here.”
Pulling his hand from my face, he wrapped his fingers over the edge of the desk, his biceps taut beneath his dress shirt, cold fire burning behind sapphire pools. “And what makes you think I’d so easily give all my tricks away? Especially when you have nothing to offer in return.”
It was shameful to admit a weakness, my pulse thrumming in my throat to confess failure. “I couldn’t do it, Master.” Shaking my head, I hated how easily the word fell from my lips, but in this he had me beat. My heart wasn’t stone. Not like his.
He was exhausted, his voice so abnormally soft. “What couldn’t you do, Pet?”
Air rattled in my lungs. “I couldn’t let him touch me.” My head hung down as if the failure was too heavy to bear, the truth too pathetic to speak louder than a whisper. Aiden would cling to that failure on my part. Would sip on it like the finest of champagne.
Seconds passed in silent contemplation, my words hanging heavy between us.
Aiden sighed, his frustration thick, “Maybe the universe doesn’t hate me so much after all.”
About the Author . . .
In addition to writing, Lily is an avid reader, gummy bear slayer, and a gold medalist in puppy naps.
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