The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  “Dammit…” His hand landed on the round part of her ass and she flinched. “One.”

  Two and three he issued without hesitation, and Cora cursed with each one. A loud slap echoed in the bedroom and the redness in her cheeks darkened. “Ouch. Four.” Five, six, and seven, she said through gritted teeth, and his hand burned.

  Making the last few count, he increased the speed and force and delivered them right after one another. Cora whimpered, and then all but growled, “Eight. Son of a…Nine. Ten. Fuck.”

  Aidan chuckled, running his hands over a stunning red ass. She might curse him. They might have hurt. She might even appear to hate a spanking, but her body betrayed her. Arousal coated her inner thighs, and it glistened off her folds. Not giving her a chance to catch up, Aidan squeezed those red cheeks and settled in behind her. With one thrust, he buried himself inside all that wet, hot pussy.

  “Mine to fuck, Cora,” he told her. “On my terms.”

  He positioned his hands against the top of her buttocks, finding the perfect angle. He did exactly what she wanted—he fucked her roughly. Under his primal thrusts, her slick arousal spread between them and her inner walls tightened as her panting became sharp gasps.

  “Yeeeeeesssss!” she screamed.

  His gaze zeroed on how her ass jiggled under his hard thrusts. Her lips parted with her scream and her inner walls clamped against him, indicating the rise of her climax. The moment her scream cut off, he yanked out.

  He slapped her ass with a hit that stung his fingers. “That cunt is mine to make come, only when I allow. To make wet and achy when I like.” She roared with a sound of sheer desperation, her entire body quivering. He added, “Your orgasms are my gifts. To give to you in whatever manner that pleases me.”

  Her voice thickened. “Oh, God.”

  Aidan swore he heard her teeth chattering with the hard, sensual shakes of her over-aroused body. He rubbed her bright red bottom and gave it a final slap, which had her screaming. Then he flipped her over onto her back and moved on top of her. Without pause, he slid his cock inside her and grunted at her soaked folds. He lowered his mouth and kissed the warm and hot woman beneath him. He brought her leg up and tucked it under his arm, thrusting deeper.

  Now he showed her this was on his terms, always on his terms. Part of his punishment was the spanking, but that also aroused Cora. The firmer part of the punishment was increasing her need to orgasm by the spanking and then refusing it. The wild look in her eye told him it worked—she was quite uncomfortable now. She might’ve wanted to beg him to finish her now, but he worked her slowly…drawing out the rise of her climax.

  She cupped his face, her lips following his every move. He shifted his hips in a steady pace, devoured her neck, and rubbed his chest against her hard nipples. Her inner walls clamped against him and she was so deliciously wet. Every thrust made her more so. Every pump of his hips tightened her heat. Each move he made darkened her eyes to a stormy blue. Yet Cora needed hard thrusts to orgasm.

  Aidan was never past having a slight evil side. Now he drew out her orgasm until she possibly couldn’t bear it. Pinning her beneath him, he placed a hand on top of her head, and moved swiftly. He dropped a kiss onto her puffy lips and her breath became ragged. Her moans were desperate, yet the hitch he heard was filled with emotion.

  He was right there, too.

  Pure affection shown in the simplest primal form, he poured all of what he felt for her into his kiss. Each move he made wasn’t out of domination. It wasn’t out of expectations, or requesting submission, he made love to her. Which was what he wanted, if he wanted to take her roughly he would have.

  No toys. No ropes. No wax. Only a man consuming a woman in the most primal form.

  She was his.

  He was hers.

  They were connected, consumed with each other.

  This moment, with them together in such perfection, equaled something so exquisite. His lips rested against hers as their moans deepened. He stared into her eyes, consumed by a soul he’d never hurt again; a woman who was patient, kind, and loving.

  A woman who had made him live again.

  This woman he vowed to always hold just like this, always kiss and touch with passion, and always remind her that she was special and undeniably loved. She’d always know how beautiful she was, how the world was better with her in it, and that no woman other than her mattered to him.

  His heart swelled in the same moment moisture sputtered against his sac. The first signs of her orgasm made him growl. “Yes, luv, come on me like this—trapped beneath me, protected by me.” He thrust deeper—harder. She arched into him as her hands gripped his shoulders and her fingernails dug into his flesh.

  He welcomed the mark.

  She had bared his soul and branded it.

  The connection that had developed the moment he’d met Cora spun around him in a magical embrace. A bond so intense it took him time to see it. He’d never be blinded again. There it was, waiting for him to take it.

  She had offered him her love and submission.

  Now there was no going back.

  As he rocked into her, his cock was hard and demanding, rubbing against her sensitive spot inside. He thrust faster…harder. Her loud, feminine moans consumed him as her body stiffened. Her mouth was parted with her lovely moans and her eyes were wide, lost in desire. “Please…”

  He increased the speed of his thrusts to give her what she craved. With a harsh hitch to her breath and with glossy eyes, she erupted into orgasm, treating his cock to hard spasms and flooding him with her moisture.

  She stared openly at him, and he didn’t look away. As if in this moment they needed to do something together. They no longer fought against the truth or each other, but accepted that somehow they’d made it.

  That they’d both changed…for each other, to find love.

  He tumbled into the connection that had weaved its way so naturally into his life. He bucked and jerked and roared out his release. His hot semen sputtered from his cock and rushed into her. And her inner walls held tight against him, as if he’d finally given her everything and she greedily welcomed it.

  Once they crashed into a state of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, Aidan held her stare as tears welled in Cora’s eyes. Tears that didn’t break him. Tears that made him rejoice that he was there to comfort her.

  He gathered her in his arms and said what he’d always said, “Come closer, luv.”

  A rush of emotions filled his heart.

  When her sniffles quieted, she gave a soft laugh. “I planned to call you an evil bastard for bringing me that close to orgasm and then refusing it.” She hesitated, snuggling into him. “But now I can’t seem to do that.”

  He laughed with her. He never minded her sass. In fact, it was completely part of Cora’s charm. “Things would’ve gone very differently if you had said that.” He trailed his fingers over her back with a long sigh.

  All his pain had washed away. Cora’s submission had healed him. Her love grounded him. With her in his arms, an undeniable truth developed in his mind. A Dom took care of a submissive, but that Dom was nothing without a submissive who cared for him in return.

  As she sniffed again, he pulled her on top of him, and she straddled his waist. Her disheveled hair, matched with her pink cheeks, kept him smiling. “I should punish such sass out of you.”

  She smirked. “You’d never do that.”

  “Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

  She brushed her hand against his face and offered a soft expression. “Because, Aidan, you’d be lost without me.” She smacked the side of his face lightly. “You love me, sass included.”

  “You’re right.” Things were good. She was the reason for it all. And he’d never let her forget that. He’d never stop taking care of her. He’d make her life better, as she had for him. He lifted his head off the pillow, gazing into her eyes. “I’m irrevocably in love with you.” He flipped their positions and narrowed his
eyes.

  Cora’s expression dropped, and she squirmed to get away. He lowered his weight onto her and pinned her to the mattress. “Have I ended our play, Cora?”

  “Err…” Her glossy eyes widened. “No, sir.”

  “I thought you had enough punishment.” He lowered his voice. “Since you know better than to smack the face of your Dom, I must be wrong.”

  She gulped. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Believe me, Cora,” he murmured against her lips, excited for the future and the learning curve that awaited them, “you getting fucked is definitely in the plans tonight.”

  For great friends who made me work harder and dig deeper

  Acknowledgments

  To Sue Grimshaw, I can’t sing your praises enough. I’m the luckiest author to have you by my side, and my stories are stronger because of it. Your ideas make me excited to dive into edits and make rewrites enjoyable. Your amazing support means the world to me!

  To my agent, Jessica Alvarez, there is so much I could say. We came together under unusual circumstances, but I’m so glad that we did. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. We make a pretty great team!

  To Lea Griffith and Sidney Bristol, who helped me whip this book into shape and gave me some much-needed tough love. Thanks for making me dig just a little bit deeper.

  A big shout-out to Gina Gordon and Sara Brookes, who always listen to me grumble and know how to make me feel better if I’m having a bad day. A girl couldn’t ask for better friends.

  To April Flores and Kim Cowser, it’s been such a pleasure to work with you. Thanks for making publishing a book fun!

  Huge thanks go out to Chris Garstin and John Tanner for all the rock-climbing information. While it was helpful, it also reminded me how much I don’t want to do it! Your answers to my endless questions are much appreciated.

  And to everyone at Loveswept and Random House, from the copy editors to the cover artists to everyone in between, thank you for all the hard work you do!

  Desired is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  A Loveswept eBook Edition

  Copyright © 2014 by Stacey Kennedy

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published in the United States by Loveswept, an imprint of Random House, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York.

  LOVESWEPT and colophon are trademarks of Random House LLC.

  eBook ISBN 9780553391183

  www.ReadLoveSwept.com

  Cover design: Lynn Andreozzi

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  Contents

  Master - Table of Contents

  Desired

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Author’s Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for returning to Club Sin, an erotic fiction series. For those who are new to the series, the books are not intended to be an actual portrayal of the BDSM lifestyle; nor are they meant to be a real representation of a BDSM club. The rules of Club Sin, and the kink used by the Club Sin Masters, are created by the author’s imagination for this series.

  Welcome back to the elite BDSM dungeon, Club Sin.

  —Stacey

  stacey@​staceykennedy.​com

  Chapter One

  Sitting on the coral sand–colored seat cushion, Kyler leaned back against the wicker patio chair and sipped a crisp beer. The warm Lake Las Vegas air wasn’t nearly as stifling as it’d been earlier in the day. His gaze swept past the trickling fountains and sparkling fire pits to the dancing crowd, eventually resting on the bride, Cora Adams.

  Cora was a submissive and a member of the exclusive BDSM organization Club Sin, a place that allowed people to live out their darkest sexual fantasies. As a Master at the club, indicated by the dragon tattoo on his forearm, Kyler had met her a few years ago. They had maintained a close friendship ever since.

  The bride swirled her hips, dancing with her bridesmaids, who were also Club Sin submissives, Presley Flynn and Kenzie Hart. Kyler couldn’t help but notice how beautiful they looked in their strapless mauve dresses. So much different from the club, where they were either naked or dressed in sexy lingerie.

  He took another swig of his cool beer, and he couldn’t have been happier for Cora. In fact, as his gaze traveled over her mermaid-style wedding gown and long, dark hair styled in big, soft curls, he was sure he’d never seen her so happy.

  This wedding was long overdue.

  He had thought Cora would’ve been married years ago to one of his closest friends and fellow Club Sin Masters, Aidan Knight. Kyler had always yearned for what they had: a loving Dominant/submissive relationship. Although he was surprised they hadn’t tied the knot earlier, he was glad to see his friends finally exchanged their vows.

  Kyler himself was waiting to find the one. He needed a woman who would embrace his dominant ways in Club Sin and be a good partner in life, too. He loved that feeling of owning a woman’s body…and, yeah, his Dom wanted that.

  Only problem?

  He’d never met her.

  He’d met only the women of right now.

  His gaze traveled over the crowd and landed on the pretty blonde he’d seen during the outdoor ceremony. She’d been sitting at the back in the white chairs, smiling in a way that brightened her face as she watched Cora walk down the aisle.

  “Staring much?”

  Kyler chuckled, turning to Dmitri Pratt, Club Sin’s owner. Kyler ignored the comment with a reply that placed Dmitri in the hot seat. “It’s your turn next to tie the knot, hmm?”

  Dmitri smiled, placing his wineglass on the wicker table in front of them. He raked a hand through his blond hair. “Is that so?”

  Kyler had no idea why Dmitri hadn’t asked Presley to marry him. They were perfect together. He pointed to Cora. “You’re telling me you don’t want to see Presley looking like that?”

  Dmitri glanced to Cora, watching as she danced. When he looked back to Kyler, his expression softened. “It wasn’t that long ago that Presley was engaged.”

  “So?”

  “She comes from a close family and cares what they think,” Dmitri replied with a shrug. “I’m letting them get used to our relationship before we go down that road.”

  Always the good man, Kyler mused.

  Perhaps Presley was worried that her parents would disapprove if she got engaged again too quickly. That probably made the most sense and was perceptive of Dmitri to recognize.

  Presley had a strong submissive trait: always sacrificing what she wanted for others, a common sub trait that she’d never completely let go of. It was one of the reasons Dmitri loved her so. “You’re waiting for the benefit of her parents?”

  Dmitri nodded, draping an arm over the back of the wicker chair. “We’ll give it a little more time.” He grinned, tapping the center of his neck. “Besides, I have that. For now, it’s enough.”

  His collar.

  In terms many attending this wedding wouldn’t understand, Presley had been fully, irrevocably, claimed by Dmitri. To her closest friends and those who belonged to Club Sin, the promise in the symbol of a collar held as strong as a
marriage vow.

  Kyler wouldn’t be that patient.

  Once he discovered the woman to share his life, he’d possess her body and mind. All would know that whoever she was, she belonged to him both in the dungeon and out of it.

  That simple.

  Taking another sip of his beer, Kyler scanned the patio and relished as the cool liquid slid down his dry throat. Decorated with flowers and fire pits lighting up the dark night, the five-star resort with panoramic views of the lake and mountains was beautiful. A secondary patio area near the water that hosted the evening wedding was even more so. Some guests sat on the comfortable seating that was placed throughout, but most were on the dance floor, enjoying the live band.

  As the warm breeze brushed over him, he watched Cora’s family as her nieces and nephew were dancing with their parents. Then his gaze returned to the blond woman he saw earlier. Damn, she’s a pretty little thing.

  She looked as though she’d been plucked out of the fifties, wearing a black-and-white polka-dot dress. Her long hair was swept to the side in a fishtail braid, and on her right arm she had a tattoo of black-and-gray flower from her wrist to midway up her forearm.

  Kyler bit back a groan as he scanned down her crossed legs to her black high-heeled shoe dangling from her toes. He took another chug of his beer, reminding himself that a hard cock wasn’t appropriate at his friends’ wedding.

  Forcing his attention to her face, their gazes met. Her cheeks pinkened, her cherry-red painted lips parted, and her eyes went a little wide. Beautiful.

  Throughout the ceremony and later at dinner her shy blushing had ensnared him. Watching her wasn’t even a choice; it had become imperative. He had to learn more about the woman with the expressive eyes. Her innocence, matched with the way she could barely hold his gaze, suggested one thing: She’s vanilla.