About Dominated by Duplicitous Desires by L Law
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Synopsis
Come enter into the world where one night of reckless abandon plunges Ann into a world of deception, intrigue, murder, and revenge where nothing is as it seems and she becomes the red flag in a tug-o-war of powerful businessmen who will dominate her, protect her, or strip her bare in order to unlock secrets from her past of which even she is unaware.
While attending the charitable event which she spearheaded with her stepfather last year in hopes of grounding herself after his death, Ann is knocked off her feet by billionaire businessman, Stephan Greystone. His steel eyes flare with fiery desire as they lock with her gray inflaming her core and igniting an insatiable hunger for a man she can never have. As a stunning woman places her fingertips on Stephan’s forearm, his eyes cool causing waves of self-doubt and insecurity to crash over Ann, prompting her to flee.
Just once, she wishes she could be a confident, sexual siren like her best friend, Alice, who arouses passion in every man caught in her sights. As Alice slips into the seat next to Ann smelling of sex and her latest conquest’s cologne, she begs Ann to experiment and enter into games of erotic seduction planned for later in the evening involving some of the guests. With that one word and a nod of her head indicating that Stephan will be one such entrant, Ann is consumed by an inexplicable need to try and win Stephan and engage in one night of unrestrained passion.
Never did she expect that her hopes of catching an impossible dream would lead her into the arms of a man who derives pleasure from inflicting pain and spurn her descent into a world of duplicity and vengeance where no one is as they appear. Waking in the woods, she soon learns that Alice is dead and that the only people surrounding her are those with an agenda to unlock information from her past that even she does not know she has or strip away all that she has known.
Teaser:
Placing the tea before him, his eyes gleam wickedly. “Tell me you are participating in the auction.”
“No, I have some really sexy women and muscular men on board though. I don’t need to mar the bidding.”
I hear an “ugh” escape his lips as he stands quickly. Before I know it, he is upon me, grasping my wrist and hauling me towards his bedroom. My heart crashes against my ribs. I’m breathless as he drags me to the closet door and swings it open. His hand rips at the wrapping of something tall before me. His voice is ragged at my ear as the falling paper reveals a full length brass embroidered framed beveled mirror. “I was going to save this for a house warming present, but this revelation can’t wait.” I try to turn, but he steps into my back and wraps an arm tightly around my waist. As my head begins to drop, not wanting to look at myself, his free hand grasps my chin, forcing it upward with suppressed violence. “Look at yourself” he commands, but as I look up, my stare catches his resplendent features, his eyes bore into mine, filled with determination. “Look at yourself” he commands again and moves his hand, sweeping my long inky hair to one side and then running his fingertips from my temple ever so slowly down my cheek, gliding over my pulsing carotid artery. Caressing my neck, his eyes and voice soften. “Ann please, you need to see what I see. Look at yourself, your blushing and you are beautiful.”
His hand moves again to my temple and his breath tickles my ear as he rasps softly. “Your eyes are the color of twilight signaling the end of a busy day while smoldering with the promise of a tumultuous and passionate night. His thumb caresses my cheeks. “They are so soft, yet burn with an inexperience that calls to even the hungriest part of a man to be gentle and loving. His thumb glides across my lips. “They are pale but lush and filled with the promise of even a tender caress igniting a man’s passion, desire, a want that only your kiss could satisfy.” My eyes tear from my lips and I glimpse the heat and lust in his eyes. His words ignite embers of desire within me that burst into flames. I want to turn, to take the lips of the man whose words are stacking boulders before the entrance of my cave of self-loathing and doubt, but his hold is unyielding. His free hand moves to the hem of my oversized sweatshirt as the hand around my waist picks at the other end, lifting it over my head. I am standing naked from the waist up as his arm once again circles my waist holding me tightly to his solid frame. I swallow hard as my cheeks turn crimson. I feel as if I will combust despite my lack of attire.
Nicholas’ free hand glides from my waist, up my torso caressing the side of my breast. “Perfect” He hums. “You should be in satins, your skin soft as silk. He nuzzles my neck and a lightning bolt of need rumbles through me. I turn breaking his hold, slipping my fingers under his t-shirt, my hands skim up his marble torso, around his strong back, stretching up, straining against his ribbed abdomen, lifting my lips, he bends and claims mine, soft at first, but growing insistent as my hands drop to his hem and I strain to pull up his shirt, to feel him against me. He leans his upper body away from me slightly allowing his shirt to rise, never breaking contact with my lips until he swiftly moves, removing his shirt and crushing me to his bare chest. The light smattering of his hair tickles my nipples. His hands grasp the back of my thighs, lifting me. Wrapping my legs around his lean waist, he moves backward and crawls slowly up the bed. Kneeling, his muscles ripple under my greedy hands as he pulls the duvet down while still holding me to him tightly. The cool sheets offer no relief to my inflamed body which craves only to be closer. His kiss is forceful. He parts my lips invading my mouth, feeding my starving desires, awakening the beast within me with the beast in him. My hands claw his back, pulling him closer, wanting to crawl inside him as a passion which I never imagined could exist but now crave more than air to breathe consumes me. A vortex rumbles my inner core, building.
My hands slip beneath the waistband of his sweats, grabbing..
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