Choosing the Hart: A Love Triangle
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He gave a primal growl as he grabbed my hips slammed himself into me.
"My fiancée. So fucking sexy." His lips found my nipples. Sucking them one by one into his hot mouth, I felt his teeth graze the hardening buds. Moving my hips faster, I was on the brink of coming undone. The heat was making my whole body tremble and tingle. "Come for me babe, hard!" His words sent me to my release, and I exploded on him. He was still rock-hard, holding me as I descended. "I’m not done yet." He set me on my feet and walked over to his closet. Grabbing his scarf, I watched him walk over to me, his body exquisite in the dim light of the bedroom. Bending me over the end of the bed, he tied my wrists to the post. "Now, my angel, you can’t move." His voice laced with lust.
I felt him slowly slip my panties down as I was dripping wet. Triston gave me feather-light kisses on my calves. The back of my knees was so sensitive. I almost lost control when he kissed them. Grabbing my legs, he spread them wider. "You're such a naughty girl, aren't you, Emily?" I nodded, realizing he couldn't see me when his hand came down hard on my ass.
"Yes, Mr. Hart!" I cried out. I heard him moan, his fingers traveling up the backs of my thighs, and I wanted to melt. His fingers found my heat and stroked me slowly. I was about to lose control again as he pushed two long fingers inside me. His tongue lapped at my sex, pushing me to the edge. "Mmm, my beautiful girl." He kept up his slow torture on my body. My legs were trembling, and I was not sure I could stand for much longer. I gripped the post I was tied to and held on as Triston brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm with his expert fingers. "That's it, babe. Come for me!" My body started shaking uncontrollably, and I was absolutely soaked.
He reached over and untied my hands from the post. "Stand up." I obeyed him, feeling his body against me. He reached in front and between my legs. He whispered in my ear, "This is mine, forever." I nodded. I was still coming down from my high when he started stroking me again, taking me higher than I had ever been. I was delirious with lust, aching for him to fill me. “I love how you react to me. Trembling. Shaking. I love how you come on my fingers.” His voice was a low hiss, dripping with desire. His words made me tremble.
"Triston . . ." I wasn’t sure I could take another one. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed into me from behind, stroking himself in and out of me slowly. The torture was exquisite. His movements were teasing, taking me right to the precipice and stopping, over and over again. Pulling out, leaving me whimpering, I felt his smile on my cheek.
"You are all mine.” His words washed over me. I was his. “I love you, angel." His voice was scratchy as he impaled me from behind, fast and deep. "I’m going to fill you. Do you hear me, angel?" I nodded. “You make me so fucking hard I want to bury myself inside you all the time!”
He started plunging into me faster and harder. I knew he was close, and my release rose with him, both our senses heightened by the intimacy of the situation. I clenched him inside me. "I love you, Triston!" I cried out as my orgasm sent me spiraling. He slammed deep into me. I felt his orgasm rip through his body as he spasmed inside me. Gripping my neck, he held me close against his chest. We both found our release with each other.
Connected. Forever.
I missed him. I needed him.
I love him.
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Prologue
Gia
It's been weeks since I saw him. Since the moment I laid eyes on the tall, dark and handsome man, I knew I wanted him. My memory is crystal clear. It’s him. It’s always been him, only I can’t go to him and tell him who I am, so I watch him from afar. He walks into the store with his briefcase in hand every day, dressed in an Armani suit that is tailored for him. I know this because there’s no secrets between us. At least, there never used to be.
Elijah Draydon.
Thirty-six-year-old billionaire with a seemingly perfect life. At least, that's what it looks like from where I’m standing. With eyes the color of gold, dark hair that's tousled in such a way I wonder if he fucks just before he walks into the store. And lips that curl perfectly into a Cupid's bow. Full, pink, and delicious.
His five o’clock shadow is barely there, the dark dusting just visible, making sure my thighs squeeze together in that needy way I’m sure most women do when they look at him. Everything about him screams sex; he exudes it like it’s part of his personality. I have no doubt that when he sheds that designer suit, it’s exactly what he’s good at. Making women come so hard they forget their own name. I just wish I could be one of those again. I was once, only he doesn’t know it. He won’t recognize me because I don’t look the same. I’ve changed my hair, I no longer have those god-awful braces, and I’ve grown into a woman. Years have passed, and even now when I look at him, I recall every moment his fingers touched my body, and the way his lips would devour my cunt.
Each morning, I serve his coffee and at every lunch time I make sure his Caesar salad is free of croutons. But he doesn't know who I am, he doesn’t recognize me.
My job at Mocha Coffees is only my day job. It's at night that I see Eli in a completely different light. In the way I remember him.
When he walks into the nightclub where I work the bar, that's when he's in his element. Dressed in dark jeans and a smart dress shirt, he still looks as well put together as he does in the daylight hours, the only difference is what he's drinking, and the entertainment he enjoys.
Beautiful women flock to him while he sits at the bar. Out of all the hundreds of plastic Barbie dolls that drape themselves over him, he'll choose one to take home. I've heard stories about his dungeon. I've also heard about his penchant for rope, pain, and choking.
“Good morning, Giana.”
The deep rumble of his voice is enough to have my panties wet. Glancing up, I find the man in question standing before me with a smirk on his face. “Good morning. The usual?” He nods, then drops those golden eyes to his phone. As I make the Americano, I steal glances at his fingers, remembering how they felt pleasuring me.
Clearing my throat, I set the cup down. “Thank you.” Another smirk. He offers me the note and grabs the mug. “Keep the change.” With that, he leaves me staring at his beautiful form. One day, Mr. Draydon. One day soon.
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Kneel (Book #1)
Obey (Book #2)
Indulge (Book #3)
Ruthless (Book #4)
Bound (Book #5)
Envy (Book #6)
Vice (Book #7)
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Severed
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Four Sons Series
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Between Love & Fire
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About the Author
Dani is an international bestselling author of a mix of various genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.
Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.
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