Tangled: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle of Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Royalty)

by Lakes, Krista

  "No cameras."

  The robe fell away and she sighed loudly. No cameras... A soft smile touched her lips as she looked up at him hovering over her body, with a hand bracing up his weight planted at the side of her head.

  "Just me and you." He lowered his lips to the side of her neck. He kissed her neck softly and she sighed again.

  "Me and you," she echoed as the familiar sensual sensations rushed through her.

  She slipped her hands under his shirt and pushed it up, caressing the muscle in his back as he lowered himself onto her. His rising cock pressed against her groin as his body fully covered hers; the only thing separating them was his jeans.

  As Mason's mouth moved lower and across her collarbone, Janelle's fingers quickly undid his pants. She couldn't believe how needy she was for him, but she loved it. She loved the need and fire she had within her for him, she revelled in it.

  Mason's mouth reached her breast and his tongue flicked at her nipple. She moaned softly, her hands no longer able to finish their task, at the sensations his tongue was having on one nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other into a hardened peak.

  "I've missed you Mason."

  "Me too honey." He sat up and pulled his t-shirt up and off and then tossed it to the floor. Standing, he quickly shed the remainder of his clothing, to stand gloriously naked in front of her, his cock begging her to lick, suck and fuck it.

  Janelle started to sit up to wrap her lips around his cock, but he stopped her.

  "Later."

  She groaned in frustration. "Has anyone ever told you that you're awfully bossy?" she teased.

  "All the time, usually when I'm putting handcuffs on them though." He paused and a look of mischief flashed in his eyes. "Stand up."

  She did as told, curious as to what he had in mind.

  Mason slipped the robe from her body, but didn't toss it to the floor straight away. Instead, he pulled the belt from the robe before allowing it to drop to the floor with his clothing.

  She glanced down at the soft belt and then up at him. "Now what do you plan on doing with that?" While she asked the question, she knew. Her pussy began to throb and her juices gathered between her legs.

  She began backing away from him and towards the bedroom, keeping her eyes locked to his lust-filled grey ones.

  He gave her a sexy grin and began stalking towards her.

  Laughing, she turned and ran for the bedroom, Mason hot in pursuit.

  He grabbed her around the waist just as she entered the bedroom and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed in surprise and delight, as she carried her over to the four-posted bed and deposited her on the center.

  "Well considering you jumped to the conclusion that I would get with Bambi, I think you need to be punished."

  Janelle laughed harder. "Is that so?"

  "Uh-huh." He climbed onto the bed with her, grabbed her wrists, lifted them over her head and quickly secured her hands to one of the bedposts.

  She tested the binds and discovered she was trapped and at his mercy. And she loved it! Her pussy was throbbing so horribly, she suspected all he'd need to do would be thrust a finger into her and she'd come - hard and fast.

  "Hmmm. Now what am I going to do with you?" He rubbed his chin as his eyes scanned the length of her body.

  "Fuck me," she couldn't stop herself from answering.

  His eyes darkened and the desire was so thick in his eyes, it left her breathless. He slipped onto the bed and stretched out alongside of her. She wiggled, attempting to free her hands, but it was no use.

  "Oh, you're not getting away." He leaned over and kissed her stomach, his lips slowly moving lower.

  She groaned; she couldn't imagine wanting to get away. Not when he was sending so many amazing sensations through her.

  "Mason," she moaned. She wanted him so much it was literally hurting. She spread her legs a little wider, trying to ease some of the building tension between them. The juices that had been building between her legs dripped between her ass cheeks.

  Mason kissed her mound, spread her pussy lips and blew between her soft, juicy folds. A wave of pleasure rushed through her, running from the top of her head to explode between her legs. She pulled and tugged at the binds around her wrists, but to no avail.

  "I need you. Please."

  He kissed her mound once more and his eyes locked to hers. The intensity and fire within his eyes sent another shiver through her.

  Straightening up, he repositioned his body between her legs and settled himself onto her. "Now do you think you're in a position to be demanding anything?" he murmured as he ran a string of kisses along her jaw while stroking the length of her slit with the head of his cock.

  She shook her head. "No, Sir."

  He chuckled, but his laughter was low and husky.

  Damn, even his chuckling turns me on!

  He pressed his cock into her, slowly and she moaned softly. Janelle bucked against him, attempting to impale herself fully onto his shaft.

  "Impatient, impatient," he scolded her, brushing his lips across hers.

  "Only for you," she whispered against his lips and then cursed silently in frustration as she tried to free herself so she could touch him and couldn't.

  "Oh Janelle," he groaned as he pushed himself into her fully.

  She cried out against his lips and the tension was released with a single thrust of his cock. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came, making him groan in response.

  "You make me crazy honey," he whispered against her lips before kissing her harder, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move with him as he thrust into her. Their bodies began to move as one, in perfect harmony. His movements within her were slow, methodical and filled with such passion and affection that it brought tears to her eyes. With each thrust of his cock, she felt his love and affection for her.

  It was intense. It was overwhelming. The feel of his body rubbing against hers was the best she'd ever felt. His lips left hers and began to move down her neck. Janelle arched her back, tilting her head back, giving him better access to her tender flesh.

  She felt her desire building once more. Her pussy throbbed and with each thrust of his cock, the head of his cock stroking her inner wall, as she came closer and closer to her amazing climax. She wiggled once more against the restraints and suddenly her hands were free! She grabbed onto his shoulders and held on tight, relishing the feel of his beautiful body. The waves of pleasure came faster and harder, her moans becoming louder and more feverish.

  Close, so close.

  "Janelle."

  She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. The look of fire, passion and affection in his eyes was more than she could handle and the feelings overwhelmed her as her body let go and her pussy juices flooded his cock.

  "Oh God," he groaned, releasing deep within her.

  She held tight to him, trembling under his hard body as he filled her with his seed. With a loud sigh, Mason's forehead dropped to her shoulder and they basked in the feel of their united bodies.

  When he looked back up and met her gaze, her heard leapt. "My God, I'm falling for you."

  She touched the side of his face tenderly. "I fell for you the first day we met."

  The look in his eyes said it all to her. He was hers, fully and completely. Hers.

  *****

  ~ The Mansion: Final Elimination ~

  "Wow, back again." Janelle held tight to Mason's hand as they sat with the other eight eliminated contestants across the room from the finalists Bambi and Trevor.

  Mason glanced over at her and smiled, giving her hand a quick squeeze.

  Janelle was excited to see Nadine again, but sadly Nadine was heartbroken seeing Trevor and Bambi across from them holding hands and acting like the perfect couple. Janelle could sympathize, Nadine had developed genuine feelings for Trevor and to see him shift his focus so quickly would hurt. If it had been M
ason sitting up there with Bambi she would have been a wreck.

  "All right everybody. It's time to announce the winner of ‘The Game Of Love,’ and recipient of the two hundred thousand dollars."

  At this point Janelle couldn't have cared less who won the singles prize. She hated Bambi, but was also bitter with Trevor over him hurting Nadine so at that point she couldn't have cared less.

  The couple’s prize however, she still held onto a small hope on that. She had just moved to New York and she and Mason quickly realized his one-bedroom apartment was making for cramped accommodations for the two of them. The house would be a dream come true for them, and a good start for their lives together. She didn't hold much hope of winning, but Mason seemed to be optimistic and his optimism seemed to be spreading onto her.

  So caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even hear the winner's name being called until she noticed everyone clapping and Bambi stood, beaming from ear to ear.

  After several minutes of congratulations, Grant moved on to the award that she and Mason were waiting for. She looked up at Mason and he mouthed we got this over to her.

  Oh God, I hope so, she mouthed back.

  "The couple who are the winner of the couples cash prize to be split between them and a house to start their lives together won by a landslide," Grant informed the group, speaking towards the camera.

  Janelle held her breath. Please, please, please... She silently prayed. Mason flinched and as she looked down she noticed her fingernails were digging into his hand she was so nervous. She immediately loosened her grip and looked up at him apologetically.

  The wink he gave her in return set her at ease. The house and money would be great but she had what was most important. She had the best prize already sitting beside her.

  "Janelle and Mason, please stand!"

  Cheers, clapping and whistles followed the announcement and it wasn't until Mason stood and gave her hand a tug that she realized it was real. She'd won, they'd won. Glancing over at Bambi scowling at her and Mason confirmed what she'd heard. Feeling giddy and light-headed, Janelle stood with Mason, accepting the congratulations.

  "Congratulations honey," Mason said, pulling her against him.

  Looking up into his grey eyes, she knew she was a winner. She went onto the show hoping to pay for school and keep from being evicted and now she had everything she could have dreamed of, and it was all centered around the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing man she'd ever met.

  The End

  About the Author: Terry Towers

  Terry Towers is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author, with her books translated into six languages. The Moan for Uncle Series, The Sibling Rivalry Series, The Girl From The Coffee Shop series and over a dozen other titles have all graced the erotica and romance bestsellers charts.

  When I write my books I want them to be hot enough to get my readers juices flowing, but at the same time have enough of a plot that my readers identify with the characters. I strive to make the readers of my books want, need and crave the characters to hook up.

  I hope you have as much fun reading the hot, kinky and sometimes raunchy activities of the heroes & heroines within my books as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.

  Hot erotic wishes to you my loyal readers,

  Terry

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  UNWILLINGLY YOURS by Marian Tee

  Chapter One

  “That controlling son of a bitch stood you up again, didn’t he?” Her best friend Marcy growled from Jaike’s balcony, which overlooked the Roosevelt Bridge, its pillars outlined by an incandescent glow at night. Scenic views or even the balcony weren’t typical features for the dorm rooms of Blake Hall, but then her unit wasn’t the typical dorm room either.

  Instead she had a suite, one of the many perks offered to students who did extremely well on scholarships.

  Jaike Hepburn was one of those students, and her kind was the minority in Christopoulos University. All the others were rich and privileged like her friend, the kind who learned how to say “credit” and “card” before “Momma” and “Poppa”. Or at least that was what Marcy said.

  “I just don’t know what you see in that little shit.”

  Jaike smothered a laugh when she saw Marcy glaring at the scenery, knowing it was her boyfriend Marcy wanted to glare at instead.

  Briefly, Jaike considered denying the obvious since the six-foot-tall “little shit” Marcy was talking about had indeed stood her up again. Not that it was a big deal. Angelo Ricardo Valencia III, her boyfriend for fifteen wonderful months, had been re-elected as Student Council President. Of course there’d be a lot of times he had to prioritize his obligations over dates with his girlfriend.

  Marcy was still grumbling.

  “Stop it,” she said laughingly. “I don’t have an issue with it so why should you?”

  “Did he at least text you to say he’s not coming?”

  Jaike took a deep breath, but in the end she couldn’t lie. “He’s just busy, okay?” The excuse that readily leapt to her lips only seemed to reinforce what an old edition of Cosmo had revealed to her.

  Earlier at the library, Jaike had impulsively taken one of the quizzes featured in the magazine. The title had grabbed her attention. Are You Playing the Martyr? By the time she finished the quiz, Angelo still hadn’t shown up. She had also scored ten out of ten, the only time she was aghast at getting a perfect score.

  But it was impossible for her to be a martyr, Jaike thought. Martyrs weren’t happy. Martyrs didn’t smile. And she was both. So she wasn’t a martyr, never mind if Angelo was ditching her for the second time in less than 24 hours.

  Cosmo was so stupid. If – when – she passed the bar exam four years from now, Cosmo would have the honor of being the recipient of her first lawsuit. She’d sue them for fraud on behalf of young women like her whose minds they had messed up when they were perfectly happy.

  And she was happy.

  Or at least she had been until Angelo had suddenly changed. For weeks now, he had been aloof to the point of cruel indifference, and she just didn’t know what to make of it.

  “Where is he supposed to be anyway?”

  Jaike brightened at Marcy’s question, declaring proudly, “He’s at a photo shoot. The Photography Club asked him to model for their Valentines’ poster. They’re auctioning him off – the girl who wins gets to date him for one evening, all-expense paid.”

  Marcy’s glossy pink lips formed an O of surprise. “And you agreed?”

  “It’s for a good cause!”

  “Hopeless!” Shaking her head, Marcy walked back into the living room and grabbed her shiny wrist bag from the leather sofa. “I wish I can stick around to give the little shit a piece of my mind—-”

  “Marcy!”

  “—-but I have to go. I promised Eric I’ll drop by his party.”

  Jaike frowned, wondering who that Eric was. The only Eric she knew—-

  Marcy took one look at her face and said dryly, “It is Eric Saunders.”

  “No way! Eric Saunders?” Eric Saunders was throwing a party? And she wasn’t invited? They were both nerds, and he wasn’t inviting her? Did that mean she was so geeky even fellow nerds didn’t want her showing up at their parties?

  Marcy laughed. “I keep telling you, right? You
don’t need to have a boring life just because you like to have straight A’s.”

  “I do not have a boring life,” Jaike argued as she followed Marcy out of the door. As she locked her door, she added, “It’s not my fault I enjoy studying.” She rattled the knob twice for good measure.

  Marcy was grinning when she turned around. “What?” Jaike asked defensively.

  “You are such a control freak.”

  “I just locked my door!”

  “You triple-locked the door,” Marcy retorted. “And what’s the most precious thing you have inside it? A framed photo of the little shit?”

  Jaike choked back a laugh. “You have got to stop calling him that, okay? It’s not cool. Angelo is my boyfriend.”

  “He used to be but now he’s just a first-class ass,” Marcy said as she pressed the down button of the elevator. “An asshole who has your number. It makes him your asshole owner and you’re his bitch slave.” She huffed in indignation. “It’s like Christian and Ana in a totally sadistic unemotional—-”

  Jaike rolled her eyes. “Enough with the 50 Shades analogy, Marcy.”

  “No, I’m serious. I’ve read the entire Top 100 for Amazon’s erotica bestsellers so I know what I’m talking about. You’re, like, the classic case for a sub—-”

  “I’ll kill myself rather than wear a collar around my neck, call someone ‘sir’ and I swear I’ll kill the guy who thinks he can share me with another master. Is that submissive enough for you?”

  Marcy sniffed. “That just shows how much you don’t understand. Being a sub is all about needing someone to take care of you – so that you can totally let go. And you need that, Jaike. You’re always so...rigid.”

  Jaike forced out a laugh, not wanting Marcy to know how her words reopened old wounds inside her. “Please don’t say that in front of Angelo. You’ll make it seem he’s got a robot for a girlfriend.”

  The scowl reappeared on her friend’s face. “That little shit is the worst Dom—-”

  “Eww!” Jaike couldn’t help wincing, her mind tainted with the image of Angelo wearing some squeaky shiny leather thong and holding a whip. She raised her hand. “Just...just stop it, Marcy. It’s...” She shuddered. “I’m all for you going into BDSM if it’s your thing but it’s not mine.”