by Celia Aaron
I reach around her back to pull her closer, but touch a familiar shaft of elm wood. “What is this?”
She pulls back and sits up. Only then do I notice she’s wearing the signature reaper robe of deepest black.
“It’s part of the deal.” She pulls the blade from her back and holds it out to me.
“The deal?” I take the scythe, but it doesn’t hum with the same energy as when I was its owner. I realize it’s attuned to Annabelle now, not me.
She nods. “Your mom argued for my soul based on your sacrifice. Apparently He owed her a favor for something. So, I was granted immortality, but you weren’t. I couldn’t have that. They were discussing how they were short one reaper, and that was a problem.” She shrugged. “So I volunteered.”
“You volunteered?”
“Yes. I became a reaper so you could have your immortality. I’d do anything for you, even volunteer to be a ghoul.” She bites her lip and looks down at her robe. “Is it that bad?”
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my lips. “You are the hottest reaper of souls I’ve ever seen in my immortal life.” I take the scythe from her and drop it next to the bed.
She returns my grin as color rises into her lovely cheeks. “It’s quite the career change. Party planner to party ender, more or less.”
“I can help you.” I can’t stop touching her, my fingers roving her thighs, her waist. “Being a reaper is a sacred commitment. Reapers must be—”
“Loyal to their calling and true to their word. In all dealings, fair and merciful. In their duties, swift and decisive.” She recites the reaper code as if she were born to it.
“You’re a quick study.” I slide my hand up the center of the robe and find the button holding it together. With a flick, the material separates. When I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath, my need to claim her again rises like a sea in a storm.
She must feel it, too, because she slides the material off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts. Each one fills my palm as I lean up and suck a nipple into my mouth. She arches her back and runs her nails down my chest, the mark over my heart on fire.
Her robe falls the rest of the way off and pools on my knees. I switch to her other nipples as she presses her pussy against my shaft through my trousers. “I’ve missed you.”
Her simple words gratify me beyond belief. When she reaches down and unbuttons my pants, then wraps her small palm around my shaft, I groan and thrust against her.
“You’re all I’ve thought about. Life without you wasn’t worth it.” I pour my soul out for her. “You are my everything.”
“You’re mine, too.” She squeezes my cock and gives me a playful smile that speeds my heartbeat. “And now that you’re a kept man, I expect to get paid in sexual favors when I get home from reaping duties.” She pulls my shaft so it points to the ceiling then hitches a leg up and presses my tip to her hot core.
I dig my fingers into her waist as she lowers her slick heat onto me. “I think I’m going to like being a kept man.” Euphoria fills my veins as she bites her lower lip.
If this is a dream, I never want to wake. Her long brown hair cascades around her shoulders, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than her astride me.
I lay back into the bed as she lifts up, then sinks down all the way. I grit my teeth, fighting off the desire to spurt my seed inside her. Her tight cunt makes it almost impossible to hold back, but I will.
“Ride me.” I grip her plump ass. “I want to watch you come all over my cock.”
She starts slow, her movements tentative.
I slap the side of her ass and relish the sound the impact makes. “Don’t be shy while I’m inside you.”
She nods and rests her hands on my chest, her breasts pressed between her arms. I run my tongue along her nipples—back and forth as her hips rock against me harder and harder.
“That’s it.” I bite one thick pink nipple, and she moans, her movements intensifying.
Reaching behind her, I get a handful of her hair and pull away from me, forcing her to arch and grind her clit against me with each sensual movement. Her pale neck begs for my hand. I wrap my palm around her and squeeze lightly as she rides me.
Her eyes are glazed, the lids low. I have to see her, so I relax my grip on her hair just enough so I can stare deeply into her soul. Stunning, even more glittery than it was before her immortality. I want to bathe in her light. My hips thrust up to her rhythm, and she digs her nails into my chest.
I slide a hand to her ass and squeeze, but keep the pressure on her throat. Her body tightens, the muscles pulling taut as her pussy teases me with a vise grip. My balls have been begging for release since she first sank onto me. Not yet. I have to see her come, to watch her shudder in ecstasy.
She rides me wantonly now, all timidity gone.
“I can feel you, angel. You’re there. Your greedy cunt tells me so.”
She moans at my dirty words, and I want to give her more. To talk her into an orgasm.
“Ride me, angel. Show me how much you love my cock. Show me how badly you want to feel my seed deep inside you.”
She makes two more erratic movements, then squeezes my cock so hard I almost explode. Her body stops, and the rippling wave of bliss that rockets through her is heaven to watch. She trembles and moans my name. I keep pounding up into her, wanting her to feel me deep as she convulses in the purest release.
My cock weeps inside her, demanding to share in the ecstasy.
I can’t take my eyes off her—my flawless mate.
CHAPTER TEN
ANNABELLE
My orgasm crashes through me, burning away the world I knew and replacing it with this new one. One with a sacred calling, a fated mate, and the hottest sex in the world. The need to have him inside me overwhelmed everything else—the bizarre circumstances of the last seven days, my death, meeting the Big Guy, all of it. I could unpack all of it later, but right now, Matt is my everything.
I finally breathe as my orgasm ebbs, but I know I’m not done. The feel of his hard cock pulsing against my walls tells me he’s waited. Another round, another delicious feast of skin on skin pleasure awaits me. As if reading my thoughts, he flips us so that he’s on top, his length still inside me.
He pumps his hips, rubbing my sensitive skin and sending aftershocks of heat rolling through my body.
I spread wider for him, my heels pointing to the ceiling as he shoves into me again and again. I bite his hard shoulder, leaving my mark on his flawless body. He groans and pulls my hair, exposing my neck. His hot lips trail a kiss of fire to my jugular. He scrapes his teeth along my skin, teasing me before he bites. I squeal and scratch my nails down his back.
He pulls away, grips my hips, and flips me to my stomach in a movement too fluid to be believed. His swift thrust inside me has me clawing his sheets.
I curl my toes when he slams into me, a loud slap rocketing through the room from where our bodies converge.
Then he moves fast, in and out to a pounding beat that I feel in my deepest places. My breasts bounce, and he ropes my hair around his fist. With a yank, he forces me to arch my back.
“Perfect angel.”
His fingertips dig into my hip and I find myself pushing back into him, relishing his aggression. He leans over my back and reaches beneath me, wrapping his forearm between my breasts. His wide palm grips my shoulder, and he yanks me back onto him with each punishing stroke.
“How did I get a mate with such a soft, tight cunt?” He bites into my shoulder, and I gasp for air. His filthy talk is its own aphrodisiac.
He keeps pounding me, and leans closer, biting my ear. Then he lifts up and rests his palms on the middle of my back.
With a push, he forces my face down to the bed. “Down. I want to see you taking my cock.”
I bend my elbows and lay my head on the bed, still rocking to his rapid rhythm.
“Look at me.” His voice is intoxicating.
I cra
ne my neck to get a glimpse of his eyes. His muscles are thrown into sharp relief with each thrust. He brings two fingers to his mouth and licks them before snaking them beneath me. I moan into the bed as he brushes across my clit. He slides his other hand down my ass and teases the tight hole with his thumb. I jerk at the contact, but he yanks me back into place, then continues his caresses on my clit and asshole.
“I want to bury my mouth in your cunt right now, angel. I’d eat it raw. But I have to shoot inside you. Mark you as mine.” His voice is low, guttural, and the sexiest sound in the world.
I claw at the blanket as he presses his thumb around my tight hole.
“Please.” I moan as he sinks the tip into my ass, his fingers stroking my clit in a smooth rhythm. I have never felt this much pleasure, didn’t even know it was possible.
His grunts grow deeper and his cock hardens, preparing to empty inside me. I want his come so bad that I start to shake. He’s rubbing my trembling walls just right, and the sensation of his thumb in my ass has shot me to a new level of arousal.
“Matt, I’m—” I say something unintelligible as he presses his thumb deeper into my ass.
“Come angel, I want to feel you milk me.” He flicks my clit and shoves himself balls deep inside me.
Sparks flare across my vision as a tidal wave of ecstasy floods my senses.
“Matt!” Everything seizes as I give myself over to my mate. The heat we share could put the sun to shame.
My pussy contracts and convulses as the rest of me locks up. A deep, masculine sound rips from his lungs. He releases inside me, filling me as his name is on repeat on my tongue. Total possession. I’ve given him my utter submission, and more than that, my heart. He is everything to me. The reaper’s mate.
Dark Romance by Celia Aaron
SINCLAIR
The Acquisition Series, Prologue
Sinclair Vinemont, an impeccable parish prosecutor, conducts his duties the same way he conducts his life--every move calculated, every outcome assured. When he sees something he wants, he takes it. When he finds a hint of weakness, he capitalizes. But what happens when he sees Stella Rousseau for the very first time?
COUNSELLOR
The Acquisition Series, Book 1
In the heart of Louisiana, the most powerful people in the South live behind elegant gates, mossy trees, and pleasant masks. Once every ten years, the pretense falls away and a tournament is held to determine who will rule them. The Acquisition is a crucible for the Southern nobility, a love letter written to a time when barbarism was enshrined as law.
Now, Sinclair Vinemont is in the running to claim the prize. There is only one way to win, and he has the key to do it—Stella Rousseau, his Acquisition. To save her father, Stella has agreed to become Sinclair’s slave for one year. Though she is at the mercy of the cold, treacherous Vinemont, Stella will not go willingly into darkness.
As Sinclair and Stella battle against each other and the clock, only one thing is certain: The Acquisition always ends in blood.
MAGNATE
The Acquisition Series, Book 2
Lucius Vinemont has spirited me away to a world of sugar cane and sun. There is nothing he cannot give me on his lavish Cuban plantation. Each gift seduces me, each touch seals my fate. There is no more talk of depraved competitions or his older brother – the one who’d stolen me, claimed me, and made me feel things I never should have. Even as Lucius works to make me forget Sinclair, my thoughts stray back to him, to the dark blue eyes that haunt my sweetest dreams and bitterest nightmares. Just like every dream, this one must end. Christmas will soon be here, and with it, the second trial of the Acquisition.
SOVEREIGN
The Acquisition Series, Book 3
The Acquisition has ruled my life, ruled my every waking moment since Sinclair Vinemont first showed up at my house offering an infernal bargain to save my father’s life. Now I know the stakes. The charade is at an end, and Sinclair has far more to lose than I ever did. But this knowledge hasn’t strengthened me. Instead, each revelation breaks me down until nothing is left but my fight and my rage. As I struggle to survive, only one question remains. How far will I go to save those I love and burn the Acquisition to the ground?
Contemporary Romance by Celia Aaron
KICKED
Trent Carrington.
Trent Mr. Perfect-Has-Everyone-Fooled Carrington.
He’s the star quarterback, university scholar, and happens to be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He shines at any angle, and especially under the Saturday night stadium lights where I watch him from the sidelines. But I know the real him, the one who broke my heart and pretended I didn’t exist for the past two years.
I’m the third-string kicker, the only woman on the team and nothing better than a mascot. Until I’m not. Until I get my chance to earn a full scholarship and join the team as first-string. The only way I'll make the cut is to accept help from the one man I swore never to trust again. The problem is, with each stolen glance and lingering touch, I begin to realize that trusting Trent isn’t the problem. It’s that I can’t trust myself when I’m around him.
TEMPTING EDEN
A modern re-telling of Jane Eyre that will leave you breathless...
Jack England
Eden Rochester is a force. A whirlwind of intensity and thinly-veiled passion. Over the past few years, I’ve worked hard to avoid my passions, to lock them up so they can’t harm me—or anyone else—again. But Eden Rochester ignites every emotion I have. Every glance from her sharp eyes and each teasing word from her indulgent lips adds more fuel to the fire. Resisting her? Impossible. From the moment I held her in my arms, I had to have her. But tempting her into opening up could cost me my job and much, much more.
Eden Rochester
When Jack England crosses my path and knocks me off my high horse, something begins to shift. Imperceptible at first, the change grows each time he looks into my eyes or brushes against my skin. He’s my assistant, but everything about him calls to me, tempts me. And once I give in, he shows me who he really is—dominant, passionate, and with a dark past. After long days of work and several hot nights, I realize the two of us are bound together. But my secrets won’t stay buried, and they cut like a knife.
Short Sexy Reads by Celia Aaron
A Stepbrother for Christmas
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Annalise dreads seeing her stepbrother at her family’s Christmas get-together. Niles had always been so nasty, tormenting her in high school after their parents had gotten married. British and snobby, Niles did everything he could to hurt Annalise when they were younger. Now, Annalise hasn’t seen Niles in three years; he’s been away at school in England and Annalise has started her pre-med program in Dallas. When they reconnect, dark memories threaten, sparks fly, and they give true meaning to the “hard and dirty holidays.”
Bad Boy Valentine
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Jess has always been shy. Keeping her head down and staying out of sight have served her well, especially when a sexy photographer moves in across the hall from her. Michael has a budding career, a dark past, and enough ink and piercings to make Jess’ mouth water. She is well equipped to watched him through her peephole and stalk him on social media. But what happens when the bad boy next door comes knocking?
Bad Boy Valentine Wedding
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Jess and Michael have been engaged for three years, waiting patiently for Jess to finish law school before taking the next step in their relationship. As the wedding date approaches, their dedication to each other only grows, but outside forces seek to tear them apart. The bad boy will have to fight to keep his bride and Jess will have to trust him with her whole heart to make their happy ending a reality.
F*ck of the Irish
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Eamon is my crush, the one guy I can’t stop thinking about. His Irish accent, toned body, and sparkling eyes captiva
ted me the second I saw him. But since he slept with my roommate, who claims she still loves him, he’s been off limits. Despite my prohibition on dating him, he has other other ideas. Resisting him is the key to keeping my roommate happy, but giving in may bring me more pleasure than I ever imagined.
Forced by the Kingpin
Forced Series, Book 1
I’ve been on the trail of the local mob kingpin for months. I know his haunts, habits, and vices. The only thing I didn’t know was how obsessed he was with me. Now, caught in his trap, I’m about to find out how far he and his local cop-on-the-take will go to keep me silent.
Forced by the Professor
Forced Series, Book 2
I’ve been in Professor Stevens’ class for a semester. He’s brilliant, severe, and hot as hell. I haven’t been particularly attentive, prepared, or timely, but he hasn’t said anything to me about it. I figure he must not mind and intends to let me slide. At least I thought that was the case until he told me to stay after class today. Maybe he’ll let me off with a warning?
Forced by the Hitmen
Forced Series, Book 3
I stayed out of my father’s business. His dirty money never mattered to me, so long as my trust fund was full of it. But now I’ve been kidnapped by his enemies and stuffed in a bag. The rough men who took me have promised to hurt me if I make a sound or try to run. I know, deep down, they are going to hurt me no matter what I do. Now I’m cuffed to their bed. Will I ever see the light of day again?
Forced by the Stepbrother
Forced Series, Book 4
Dancing for strange men was the biggest turn on I’d ever known. Until I met him. He was able to control me, make me hot, make me need him, with nothing more than a look. But he was a fantasy. Just another client who worked me up and paid my bills. Until he found me, the real me. Now, he’s backed me into a corner. His threats and promises, darkly whispered in tones of sex and violence, have bound me surer than the cruelest ropes. At first I was unsure, but now I know – him being my stepbrother is the least of my worries.
