Damaged: Bad Boy Romance

by Amy Faye

  "You should go get dressed," she offered. It wasn't a refusal, though, and deep down she knew it.

  "I could do that. But I don't want to disappoint you."

  "Who would be disappointed?"

  He leaned down over her, his face filling her vision and the rest of him filling her mind. Her body tingled, every nerve in her body waiting for him to touch her. She held herself still, held her body stiff and forced herself not to reach out to him. But she desperately wanted to.

  "Touch it," he whispered. "Touch me. You can, you know. Nobody would have to know. Nobody would judge you."

  "You're a tenant, and I'm saving myself."

  Shannen didn't scoff at her. He didn't laugh. He didn't even smirk. He pressed his lips against her jaw and she didn't pull away. Then he put those same lips, surprisingly soft for a man who was, in so many other ways, so hard, right by her ears.

  "Are you sure? Think about it. Think hard. Think about what you're missing. About how good it would feel to have this cock inside you, fucking you, filling you up in ways that you never even dreamed of."

  "You're very full of yourself," she said. The defenses were crumbling, and it was all that she could do to keep her hands pressed hard into her own hips.

  "I can back it all up, if you'll let me," he purred, and Caroline shivered. God, the offer was tempting.

  "You'd better," she breathed.

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  She was drop dead gorgeous... and extremely dangerous!

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  Take my body... it's all yours!

  Fresh out of college, saucy Sarah is out of work and with no prospects on the horizon. She tries to get a job but has to settle on being a live-in nanny on the wealthy side of town.

  The two men she'll be working for are an odd pair, acting almost nothing like the gay couple she'd imagined.

  When the interview's over and they press her up against a wall, things get steamier than she ever imagined.

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  My rich neighbor saved me... and made me his lover!

  During her gap year between high school and college, Anne goes on a missions trip to South America with her mother. While she expected to do some hard work and have some fun, instead she found herself caring for her ailing mother.

  When her wealthy neighbor finds her distraught, he brings her home to make her soup... and so much more.

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  I'm going to knock her up. That's just a fact.

  Honey has a problem. If she wants her inheritance, she has to have an heir. She isn't pregnant, though, and she doesn't have a boyfriend.

  She needs that money, so she comes up with a plan. In a little over one month, her inheritance will be given away. She has one week to get pregnant.

  Honey has a few one night stands, but she just doesn't feel like they're working. When she meets Noah, though, things feel different. She's mesmerized by him, and when he reads her palm and talks about fate, she starts to wonder...

  Did fate bring Noah to Honey? Will Noah get her pregnant? Will this just be another one night stand, or does Noah have other plans?

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  I will have her. She will submit to me. She's mine, and only mine.

  Jen Smith had to walk out on her boyfriend after she caught him cheating, but she was too scared to stay at a shelter. Where else could she go, though?

  No one else was willing to take her in. She was on the streets until a wealthy businessman found her. Would this man be her savior?

  He offers to take her to all the finest stores and feed her all the finest food, and he only asks one thing: fulfill his sadistic sexual appetites. Will she be able to stomach the pain for financial security?

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  "I just want you," she said. "However you want. There'll be plenty of time later."

  Her tongue swirled around him, drawing away his entire concentration. By the time he regained control of himself he was trying to force himself deeper into her throat. He pulled his hand away and she pulled herself off and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

  "You like that?"

  He wanted to be a politician, and that meant getting married. It didn't matter to him who he married. As long as she was presentable.

  Well, I'd hardly call my messed up life presentable.

  I just needed a way to keep my twins fed and warm, and away from their scumbag father.

  He made me an offer I literally couldn't refuse. It helped that I wanted to be touched, stroked, pleasured by him in every way possible.

  A marriage agreement. We get married, we both benefit. It was smart. It was clean. And it was all going great, until our feelings started making the situation messy. Really messy.

  Sample…

  She was already slick with arousal, he thought. That was good, because as he entered her with a finger, there was no way that she was going to take him all the way without some sort of lubricant, and the natural kind was his preference if he could help it.

  He pressed it in slowly at first, and was met with a gasp that he pulled out of her seemingly against her will. She went stiff on the bed and he used his thumb to nudge the crotch of her panties over a little further, to allow him access to the hardened nub at the top of her entrance.

  Then he pressed down on it lightly and nudged from side to side. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat when he did, her eyes closing. Then he started to move his fingers. She squeezed him tight, seeming to want more of him that he was capable of giving. More than she was capable of taking without a stretch.

  He started to move a little bit more, his thumb circling faster, though he was careful to keep his touch light and gentle. Her breath sped up to match, heaving her full, milk-laden breasts with every gasp of air. There was plenty there to like, he thought. His expectations had raised to what seemed like an impossible level, compared to the first time that he'd seen her.

  Yet, she seemed to be meeting them all in spite of the odds. Sarah's legs started to writhe, as if she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with them. As if she wanted to kick him away and wanted to keep him as close as possible, all at once. He put his other hand on her chest, dwarfing it, and held her down as he entered her with a second finger and started to speed up.

  Sarah seemed to find her strength, then, and she used it in an effort to reach for his hands, whether to stop him or to force him to continue he didn't know, and frankly he didn't care. She was going to get what she wanted, what she'd asked for. She was going to get what he wanted, most of all, though. It was just going to take a few minutes.

  He flexed his fingers inside her, searching for a reaction that he wanted. She gave it to him almost immediately, her eyes squeezing shut and the opening wide and impossibly hard. There was something in those eyes, like she was seeing stars. He pressed there again and she let out a breathy moan.

  "You like that?"

  "Fuck," she said, as if it were an answer. He accepted the answer. He preferred his women to be speechless, but this was going to be more than close enough.

  He added a third finger and she reacted like she suddenly realized that she couldn't breathe, scrabbling for a grip on anything at all. She pushed against his hand, trying to sit up. She kicked her leg and caught him in the thigh, and pushed away. He didn't stop. "You like that? Sarah?"

  "Don't stop," she managed this time. The words came out like they were the only thing that she could think of.
That was just about as good, too. His jaw tightened and he pushed down harder on her chest as he started to work his hands harder, faster. She twisted under him as the walls of her womanhood stuck to him and tried to mold themselves to the shape of his fingers. They were going to need to learn to cope with just that much, if he was going to take her tonight.

  Then he wiggled all three of them, searching once again to see if there was anything he'd missed on first inspection, and hit on the same spot that had set her going the first time.

  This time, it wasn't soft or low, it wasn't breathy. "Fuck!" She tried to sit up again, a constant tension pressed against his hands. One of her hands found his arm and grabbed on tight and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. Her walls clamped down as hard as they could, squeezing into every space between his fingers. Her breaths came out as soft moans, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh.'

  He didn't stop until she had slackened underneath him until her entire body seemed to fall apart at once and she was left breathing hard with a vacant, satisfied expression on her face. Her arm fell away from his and she took breaths as deep as the hand pressing her to the bed would allow. He pulled away, let her breathe. Slower, he withdrew the fingers that he'd fit inside her. She let out another moan, softer, almost disappointed as he did.

  "You liked that, huh?"

  "Uh huh," she said, words apparently failing her. Her eyes drifted shut and her arm rose again, tracing the line of his arm, feeling it through the fabric of his shirt.

  "You want me to fuck you, now?"

  Her eyes still closed, she bit her lip and nodded. He took a breast in the palm of his hand and felt the softness press back against him. He liked her body, he thought. There was a lot to like about it, as bodies went. It just so happened that he'd married this one.

  He started working the buttons on his shirt methodically, from top to bottom. She propped herself back up onto her elbows, her breasts making an appealing pool on her chest, threatening to distract him, and she watched him undress.

  He'd looked better in college, but then again, so did everyone else. It wasn't as if he wasn't good looking now, more or less. She reached up and grabbed his hand as he made it halfway down his chest, pulled it away. Then she got her weight centered over her hips properly and started to work the buttons herself.

  Her lips, soft and pleasant and everything he could have wanted in a woman, traced behind, kissing each inch of skin as she revealed it. It was hard not to think of where those lips would go, if she kept the trend up.

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  Punishing me with his c*ck is like punishing a starving man with food.

  “Get on your knees, babe.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can film you sucking my c*ck.”

  My dad makes bad decisions. Selling me instead of paying off his gambling debts was the biggest one yet.

  I wasn't even surprised.

  What was surprising was how much I loved toying with my new master. And how much I loved it when he punished me for it.

  How much punishment can he give? And how much can I take?

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  She rolls her eyes and I see red. “You know what? I’ve just gotten a good idea.”

  I pull out my phone. I do have a good idea. About a dozen good ideas that all come together at once in an instant of white-hot rage.

  “What’s that?” She says it with an air of contempt.

  “You’re going to get on your knees.”

  “What? You’re going to get me to suck your cock because you can’t get a woman stupid enough to do it for free?”

  I’m recording the whole conversation, now. That’s part of the appeal, I think. It’s an angle. A niche for me to fill. That’s the trick to making money in any business. Have an angle. Something that makes you stand out.

  “No,” I say simply. “I’m going to make money. I’m going to sell you to the whole world.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Get on your knees, babe.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can film you sucking my cock.”

  “What, am I supposed to look like I enjoy it? Like some kind of porn star?”

  “Look like whatever you want to look like. You hate me, don’t you?”

  “You’re catching on,” she growls. But she drops to her knees anyways, and starts undoing my belt for me.

  “But you’re still going to suck me off, aren’t you?”

  I’m already halfway hard when she gets me out of my boxers. It more than fills her hand, though she’s got smallish hands. Small everything, but proportionally, she’s big where it counts.

  She takes it into her mouth and bobs her head gently. God fucking damn. That’s good. She’s good at this. Better than I’d expected.

  “Anything to say to the camera?”

  She pulls my cock out of her mouth, but leaves her hand around it, jerking it slightly.

  “Fuck you, let’s get this over with.”

  “Good girl,” I say as she takes it back between her lips. God. Very good girl.

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  “No panties?” I kept my voice low and soft.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  It was my turn for my breath to catch in my throat, to sound ragged and needy and demanding. “Don’t tease me.”

  She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes demurely. “No? Why not?”

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  Even through a zipper and several layers of denim, folded up to make a nice, heavy-wearing garment I could feel her touching me, and I could feel the electric sensation of pressure driving me up a wall.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  It was my turn for my breath to catch in my throat, to sound ragged and needy and demanding. “Don’t tease me.”

  She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes demurely. “No? Why not?” Then she started to drift down to her knees, her hand still rubbing the front of my jeans.

  “God… I just… don’t.”

  “After all those years that you teased me?”

  “Don’t hold high school against me.”

  “I’ll hold whatever I want to against you, David Collins. And if that means…” She paused to bring her face dangerously close to my crotch without ever making a real move to take my hardness out of them. “If that means that you get teased, then you get teased.”

  I sucked in a breath. “You sure that’s what you want?”

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “You might end up regretting it,” I say, trying to make my voice sound vaguely threatening.

  “Who says I’d regret it?”

  She let the question hang in the air a moment before reaching up to undo the button of my jeans, and then worked the fly until I was standing proud of the opening of my jeans, my hardness straining against the fabric of my boxers.

  “God,” I growled. “I should have done this years ago.”

  She didn’t respond to that, just pulled the boxers down a little bit, enough that my cock sprung loose and stared her in the face.

  “You think so, huh?”

  I took a deep breath in and leaned back against the counter. It didn’t creak under my weight.

  “Yeah,” I said so
ftly. An image flashed in my mind, halfway remembered. Something about the smell and the sensation of her hand gripping my shaft aroused a memory, faint even in focus.

  Then she took me into her mouth and I lost my mind and the memories it held. The only thing that existed was the feeling of her lips wrapped around my shaft and giving me the pleasure that I needed. Pleasure that was all-encompassing and impossible.

  “God, that’s good,” I growled. It was an effort not to take her hair in my hands and force her to move faster.

  I let her move at her own pace for a minute. But the temptation grew, and grew. I pulled her away and looked her in the eyes.

  “I’m going to move, now,” I said.

  She didn’t respond except to start sucking again. I grabbed her head and thrust my hips. It caught in her throat and she made a soft choking noise as I pulled back. My body wanted to keep moving, keep going deeper and deeper until I was practically all the way to her stomach. But I forced myself to stay to a slow, controlled rhythm.

  Then I pushed her away.

  “No more,” I said. My breaths were coming hard and fast and my head needed to clear. But even then I had trouble controlling myself. Even knowing what was still to come. “Stand up.”