Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

by Hawkeye, Lauren

  "I will take only one wife, Angelica. You."

  "But ... aren't you going to marry Dhiya?"

  He shook his head. "I don't know about your country, but here a man does not marry his sister."

  Silence hung between them as Angelica tried to comprehend his words.

  "Dhiya is my sister." He spoke each word with clear precision.

  "Sister?"

  "Yes." He watched her expression carefully.

  "But ..." Thoughts tumbled through her head, barely coherent. "That means ..."

  "It means there's no reason for you to refuse me."

  She gazed at him in awe.

  "You really do love me?"

  He smiled at her tenderly.

  "That's what I've been trying to tell you."

  Joy skyrocketed through her. Kadin loved her!

  She smiled and slid her hand down his sculpted abs to encircle his erection. She stroked his long, hard cock.

  "So, you have made me your prisoner and now I must submit to your desire."

  He grinned and captured her hands once again, then kissed her hard, pressing her deep into the pillows. She felt his cock nudge her pussy.

  "You are a wonderfully seductive captive."

  He thrust forward and she almost screamed at the pleasure of his hard shaft gliding through her tight vagina. He held his pelvis firmly against her and she squeezed her muscles around him, gripping his cock in a tight embrace.

  "Oh," he choked. "My love."

  He stroked her hair and kissed her. Tender. Loving. Then he shifted back and plummeted into her again. The deep stroke took her breath away.

  He thrust again and she gasped. Her vagina contracted then pulsed with pleasure. Again he thrust. And again. Heat flared along her nerve-endings then washed through her cells. She moaned and an orgasm shimmered through her then erupted into an inferno of bliss.

  Kadin clung to her, pounding into her hard and fast. She cried out, her fingers tangled in his hair. He stiffened and thrust, holding tight against her. Liquid heat filled her.

  A moment later, he slumped onto her, his cock still buried deep inside her.

  "You know, you still haven't told me you love me," he observed.

  "Maybe I need more encouragement."

  He grasped her hips and rolled over. She now sat on top of him.

  "Right now, I think it's me who needs encouragement."

  She shifted up and down, squeezing his cock mercilessly. She licked her finger and stroked across her nipple. He watched her movement closely.

  She stroked his lips with her fingertip, then eased her finger inside his moist mouth. She drew her finger away and stroked it over her nipple again, leaving it glistening, then she leaned forward until the hard nub brushed his lips. He sucked it inside. The exciting feel of her nipple rolling under his tongue, accompanied by his now steel-hard shaft inside her, sent pleasure spinning through her. She started to move, shifting up and down on him. He licked her other nipple and stroked the first with his fingers as she rode him, faster and faster.

  "Oh, God. Oh, yeeeeessss!" A flash fire swept through Angelica and she wailed in release. His cock spewed again.

  She collapsed on him. Her face rested on the satin skin of his hard chest. She could hear his heart beating inside.

  Beating with love for me. She smiled as she stroked her finger along his ribs.

  "I do love you, Kadin."

  His arms tightened around her, then his finger tucked under her chin and he lifted her face. His gaze locked with hers and she could see the joy glimmering in his eyes, like stardust on a midnight sky.

  He kissed her, his lips moving on hers with such tenderness and love she felt tears well up. He rolled over and stared down at her.

  "Angelica, will you marry me?"

  She smiled and wrapped her hands around his neck. "Yes."

  His smile lit the room then his mouth crashed down on hers in a passionate, breathtaking kiss.

  "Now, what about the other women in your life?"

  "You're not still worried about Dhiya?"

  "No, I was thinking of Naja, and the dancers, and I don't know how many others."

  "My harem is not large, only twenty or so."

  "Twenty?"

  "But I will not touch any of them now that I have you."

  "Won't that leave them lonely?"

  "In truth, most of them prefer the company of other women. They abide me because I am a fair and loving master and I provide a better life than they would have otherwise."

  "So you'll let them stay?" she asked.

  "If you will allow it, but as I said, I will not have them in my bed."

  "Let's just think about this for a moment. When we're married, everything you own is mine, too. Right?"

  "Of course. All that I have is yours." He grinned. "Why do you ask?"

  She remembered the dancers touching her body, bringing her to orgasm, then Naja acting as her male captor and thrusting into her at the same time as Kadin.

  "Well, I just think having a harem could prove very interesting."

  THE END

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  Three men are better than one...

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  “You look nervous?” Marie’s new husband, Drake, glanced at her as he sped along the highway toward their new home.

  “A little,” she responded.

  Her stomach fluttered. Of course she was nervous.

  She and Drake had had a whirlwind romance while on a singles’ tour in Costa Rica and, throwing caution to the wind, had gotten married. It was the craziest thing she’d ever done. Not that she had any doubt that she loved Drake. Truly and deeply. Sometimes you just knew when it was right.

  And this was right.

  Drake reached for her hand. “Everything will be fine.”

  But now came the reality of life.

  They had just gotten off the plane an hour ago and now they were going home. But to his house which she’d never seen. They had discussed it and it made sense that she move into his two-storey, four bedroom house rather than her tiny one bedroom apartment. He had offered to go back to her place first so she could pick up some things, maybe even stay overnight tonight so she’d feel more settled, but they were both tired after a day of travel so she just wanted to settle in. And she’d been excited to see her new home.

  Now she wondered if she should have taken him up on his offer. Spending a night in her own place would have allowed her to get acclimatized to being back in Toronto again.

  Too late now. And she was sure she would love his place and feel right at home. As long as she was by Drake’s side she would be happy.

  “Craig and Abel will probably call this evening to
come over and meet you. If you’re not up to it, I’ll defer.”

  She nodded. “Tomorrow would be better.”

  Drake had told her about his brothers and she was intrigued. She had never met triplets before. She couldn’t imagine talking to three men who looked exactly alike, especially when they all looked like her husband. It would be a strange experience.

  Drake took an off ramp and about ten minutes later, turned onto a quiet, tree-lined street. She peered out the window at the lovely homes along the road. Most of the yards had mature trees, professional landscaping, and brilliant displays of flowers. He turned into a wide driveway with its two-car garage and she gazed at the large brick house with the stone path leading through an array of blossoming plants to a welcoming front door.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  He smiled as he leaned in to give her a kiss.

  “You stay right there while I get the car door.” He got out of the car and opened her door, then took her hand. As soon as she was standing, he scooped her into his arms.

  She laughed. “Hey, I can walk you know.”

  But he carried her along the stone path. “And deprive me of carrying my bride over the threshold?”

  She gazed at his rugged face, his square jaw lightly shadowed, his blue eyes twinkling, and she stroked his raspy cheek.

  “You’re such a romantic.”

  A chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. “And that’s why you love me, right?”

  She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, remembering how for their first date, he’d set up a romantic candlelit dinner on a secluded beach, and once they’d started seeing each other, he’d brought her a beautiful blossom for her hair every night. And the first time they’d made love, he’d arranged a romantic setting by filling the room with candles and vases of lovely, fragrant flowers, had soft music playing, and chilled champagne at the ready.

  Not that she’d needed any of that. After three days of his attentive courting, she’d been so hot for him she could barely stop herself from ripping off his clothes as soon as they’d stepped into the room that night.

  And her anticipation had been worth it.

  “Well, my sweet man, there are a great number of reasons why I love you.” She nipped his skin between her teeth, feeling that same desire rushing through her. “And I’m hoping you’ll treat me to my favorite one as soon as we get inside.”

  He growled and captured her lips, showing he knew exactly what she had in mind.

  They reached the front door and he fumbled in his pocket for the key, then opened the door and stepped inside.

  “Hey, great, thanks.”

  She felt herself scooped from Drake’s arms and suddenly glanced from him to another male face. Her hands automatically hooked around his neck to steady herself. Her heart jumped a beat. It was Drake’s face. Or rather, one of his brother’s.

  “Great gift, bro. I hope you have another for Craig.”

  She glanced at Drake again and then back at... this must be Abel.

  “No such luck, man,” Drake said. “This one’s all mine. Marie, this is my brother Abel.” He glanced at his brother. “Where’s Craig?”

  “In the kitchen,” Abel answered. “We thought you’d be hungry so he whipped up some chili.”

  “I need to get the luggage.” Drake kissed Marie on the cheek and smiled. “You’re in good hands here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

  No. It wasn’t okay. It was very unnerving to be in this strange man’s arms, even though he looked exactly like her husband. In fact, especially because he looked exactly like Drake. But she nodded, ignoring the nervous flutter in her stomach.

  “Abel, get Marie a drink, will you? Then show her around the main floor.”

  “Sure thing, bro.”

  “And maybe put me down,” she suggested.

  Abel grinned at her. “Tired of me already, eh.”

  He lowered her to her feet and she released his neck, then smoothed down the skirt of her sundress.

  Drake had disappeared out the front door and now she stood alone with his brother.

  “I could use that drink,” she said.

  “Sure thing. That way.” He pointed to a doorway and gestured for her to precede him.

  She walked through it to a large gourmet kitchen with dark wood cabinets, glossy granite counters and slate floors. The wonderful, spicy aroma of the chili filled the room.

  “Hey, there. You must be Marie.” Another Drake stepped from behind the counter and held out his hand.

  She placed her hand in his, thrown totally off balance by the feel of his big, warm hand enveloping hers as he shook it.

  “You must be Craig.” The words came out as a croak and she cleared her throat.

  Instead of releasing her hand, he pulled her against him, his arms tightening around her in a warm embrace.

  “Welcome to the family.” He squeezed, then released her.

  She gazed up at his smiling face and, for a moment, could almost believe this was actually Drake standing in front of her. She smiled faintly at him. Oh, God, they looked so much alike. And they were probably alike in a lot of ways. Their voices were the same. Their physiques were the same, all three quite fit and muscular. Her brain then darted to where she forbade it to go. They were identical triplets, so all parts of their anatomies would be the same.

  Visions of Drake’s exceptionally large, erect cock shimmered through her brain and suddenly she could imagine Craig standing before her, with his big cock standing erect. She could imagine wrapping her hand around it, then Abel stepping beside Craig, his cock swelling to attention, too. She would wrap her hand around his, too, then crouch down and—

  La la la la la.... She could not think about this.

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  Chapter One

  My name’s Tessa Savage, and although I believe in monogamy—for the grey wolf—it sure as hell doesn’t work for me. I’ve tried. Let’s just say it was a failed experiment, a story for another time.

  Now I live my life according to my natural instincts, embracing the lifestyle of ninety-seven percent of all other mammals—you know, the ninety-seven percent who are polyamorous.

  I’ve never been happier. Particularly today. Know why? One word...

  Alander Papadakis.

  Okay. Maybe that’s two words but those two words refer to one man and what a man he is.

  Sophisticated. Powerful. Magnetic. Divine.

  Powerful.

  He owns most of Athens, basically the parts that aren’t controlled by the state—like the ancient ruins of the Acropolis and Parthenon—or the part of Athens that’s run by his rival, Talos Xanthis.

  Six months ago he invited me on a week-long cruise through the Aegean on his yacht. Unfortunately, with the world in an economic crisis, I’ve been too busy to take him up on it. Until now. The last six months has been all work and no play for poor me. Except for a wonderfully satisfying tryst I had nearly a year ago, when I hung out with a few of my favorite cowboys, I haven’t been in the mood for more than a casual encounter or two.

  Now I am.

  Alander-style.

  The guy is kinky, let me tell you. Plus, he’s an exhibitionist. And, he’s powerful. Did I mention that?

  Oh, God. There he is!

  The arrival area at the Athens airport isn’t very crowded so I can see him as he approaches. He may not be the tallest man I’ve ever been with, but he doesn’t need to be.
He is five feet, eleven inches of pure sexual confidence. He walks toward me—no, Alander doesn’t walk, he advances with purpose—wearing an expensive grey suit that molds to his body, showing off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He isn’t wearing a tie and his white, linen shirt is open at the throat, revealing his gold, Saint Thomais medallion.

  Lordy, I remember that medallion. Alander uses it in ways that I’m pretty sure break a few Orthodox tenets. The two bodyguards beside him blend into the surroundings and unless you know what to look for, you’d miss them because they’re there to protect Alander without alerting people to his presence.

  Though how anyone can miss him is a mystery.

  Sharp and spicy, I catch the scent of his aftershave the moment he’s within my radius and I breathe deeply, smiling at the memories his personal blend elicits.

  “Tessa Savage, you made me wait. You know I don’t like to wait.”

  Yes, this is Alander. No, ‘hi, how are you’. No, ‘I’ve missed you’, kiss, kiss. Just, ‘you made me wait, damn you.’

  “This way.” He motions with his head and I follow. Alander doesn’t ask permission, he commands.

  His controlling nature is just what I need because it’s been six long months of me directing others during the course of my work as a business consultant. I save businesses from bankruptcy, which means, in this economic climate, I’ve been very, very busy. So, now that I finally have a break, I’m looking forward to giving up control for a little while, particularly because it means giving up to Alander.

  He moves beside me and splays a hand across the small of my back, directing me to where he wants to take me. We haven’t seen each other in over a year, yet we don’t waste time catching up on trivialities. In fact, we don’t talk at all as he steers me into an elevator.

  “Everyone off,” He says, first in English and then in Greek. People obey. Oh sure, they look pissed off, but Alander has this authoritative way about him that simply demands respect.

  My tummy tightens and my knees wobble as we wait for people to shuffle off the elevator. Soon it’s only Alander, me, and his bodyguards shoved into the tiny space. When the doors slide closed, Alander turns to me and backs me up against the wall. He takes my hands and lifts them above my head, pressing his body into me.