by Aubrey Dark
“Fuckin’ stop it, kid—” the guy started to say, but I didn’t wait to hear him. My arm was already in the air, and the punch landed right across the guy’s ugly face.
“I’m not. A fucking. Kid.” My face was inches away from his, and I could smell the blood that was already dripping from his lip.
“Goddamn lunatic!” He tried to shove me away, but now I was burning mad. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re doing.”
“Yeah? When has that ever stopped me?”
“Listen—”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” The whiskey spun my brain, and the energy of the crowd around me gave me another burst of energy. I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. He kicked at me, sending a jolt of pain through my leg.
The fuck! Who kicks me? Who kicks Clint-fucking-Terrance?
I punched him again, and my fist cracked across his nose. Behind the bar, Piers was yelling and waving wildly for security.
“Nobody calls me a kid,” I said. “No-fucking-body, no fucking way! You get that?”
I mashed a finger into his bloody face, right on his nose. He squealed like a slide guitar.
“Clint, stop!”
My tour manager’s voice buzzed in my ear, and someone was tugging at my shirt. I heard it rip as I pushed forward, shaking the smarmy bastard in my grip. He twisted in my hands, his eyes filled with terror. Some people were yelling, and I could hear Danny coming through the crowd behind me.
I gave the asshole one more shake and raised my fist again.
“Please don’t,” he said, only with his broken nose it came out as Preese dunt.
“You fucking sleazeball,” I said. “You goddamn—”
“Stop.”
The voice behind me wasn’t a shout, but it boomed across the crowded studio as loud as if it had come through a megaphone. The crowd went silent.
I dropped the guy back against the bar. He whined softly, slithering back away to a safe distance from my fists, and I turned around.
My dad stood in the middle of the studio floor, looming over the crowd in his dark navy business suit. Moses himself couldn’t have parted a crowd like my dad did. They fell back in waves. He cleared his throat and adjusted a silver cufflink at his wrist.
“Get your ass in here, kid. Now.” He turned his back and stepped into the recording room without waiting for a reply.
“Sure, Pops,” I said under my breath, gritting my teeth and turning back the bar. Piers glanced over at me, but I didn’t meet his eye. I threw back one shot, then the next, without taking a breath between. So much for sharing. The party—and Roxie—would have to wait.
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It wasn’t supposed to be me.
I was just delivering a cake for a friend - I sure as hell wasn’t a birthday gift to a billionaire. But now that I was here, I didn’t dare leave.
Even if I wanted to, he wouldn’t let me.
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Chapter One
I breathe in the darkness.
There is a blindfold around my eyes. There is a collar around my neck. I am sitting up on my knees, naked, trembling. My wrists are bound to the bedposts, stretched out to either side of me.
He is behind me.
I can feel his breathing on the back of my neck. I strain forward, away from him. He is not touching me, but his breath is warm on my skin. I pull harder, but the ties around my wrists hold fast.
The ties around my wrist are silken handcuffs. The bed underneath me is covered in silk sheets. Even the blindfold is black silk.
Black. Everything is black. My eyes are open under the blindfold but I can see nothing. I sit there silently, feeling the air move against my naked body.
“Lacey, my darling.” He breathes the words into my ear from behind me. I gasp as his hand touches my shoulder.
His fingers are long and slim. They are warmer than his breath on the back of my neck.
“Are you afraid of the dark?”
I shake my head. I won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.
Am I afraid of the dark? No, I want to say. I’ve always loved the dark. Even when I was a child, I didn’t need a nightlight. I didn’t shed a single tear when I broke my arm. I stayed in the haunted barn one night when my brothers dared me, and I didn’t even cry out when my dad spanked me for doing it. My mom always said that I was the bravest girl she’d ever met.
Now, though, I don’t feel brave. Now, in the darkness, I’m scared of what’s going to happen. What he’s going to do to me.
His fingers slide down my back. His other hand grips my hip and I feel the bed move as he shifts his weight closer to me. I grit my teeth.
Despite myself, I feel my body begin to respond as his hands curve down around my waist and pause there. Warmth spreads between my thighs. I clench them together tightly, trying to ignore the pulsing desire inside of me.
Take me. Take me.
No. This isn’t me. This can’t be real.
I jerk my head away at the sudden touch on my neck. Even in the darkness, I can tell that he is smiling behind me. The touch comes again, and this time I’m prepared. His lips press against my neck. I try to sit still, but an involuntary gasp comes from my mouth when he sucks gently on my skin.
“Oh, Lacey,” he murmurs.
His hands come forward, sliding over my stomach and up to my breasts. Again he kisses my neck. Again I gasp. This time it’s his tongue, the hot pressure sending me into near spasms as he cups my breasts.
He shifts his weight again, and now I moan as he sucks my skin and everything sinks into pure sensation—
—his muscled chest against my back, his skin hot against mine—
—his fingers pinching my nipples so hard it sends flames racing through my nerves, his thumb rolling over the hard swollen nubs—
—his lips taking me, his mouth possessing me, his tongue licking my skin—
—his breath whispering softness into my ear—
“I can’t stop myself.”
“Don’t try.”
I hear my voice rasping in the air. Don’t. I don’t want him to stop. Not now. I want him to do everything to me. I don’t want him to hold back anymore.
His hands come down, gripping my thighs. His fingers scrabble needily over my skin. Before I can say another word, he forces my thighs apart. My body recoils, clenching together, but he’s already kneeling between my legs behind me. I can feel his hard cock against the small of my back. It’s impossibly hot, burning hot against my cool skin. I moan as he slides his cock down between my thighs to where I’m already slick with moisture.
“Jesus. Oh Jesus. Lacey.” His voice is a growl that sends shivers through my body. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
My fingers grasp at the silk ties, but they are already pulled taut. My body, too, feels like it’s pulled taut, waiting for his touch to send me into uncontrollable vibrations.
For a moment, before he enters me for the first time, I close my eyes. It doesn’t matter; the blindfold is still on, but this feels like the last decision I make. I make it silently, the words curling through my mind and stopping before they reach my tongue.
Take me. Take me into your darkness.
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Mr. Black’s Proposal
Tame Me? You want to tame me?
I don’t date players. I don’t date assholes. And Lucas Black, gorgeous billionaire and heir to the Black Media empire, is both.
So I am NOT dating him.
Not even if he hires me so he can order me around like a servant girl on a leash. Not ev
en if he looks at me like he wants to rip my clothes off with his eyes. Not even if he pushes the line with me, farther and farther.
Not even if I’m starting to like it…
Stephanie Hart learned the hard way: Never depend on a man for anything. She’s the one in charge of her business, her family, AND her love life. Until Mr. Black shows up…
Lucas Black never met a pretty girl he didn’t want to fuck. Problem is, Steph Hart isn’t a girl to be fucked with. If she didn’t have such delicious curves, he might be able to forget her…
Will Lucas be able to tame Steph into submission before he loses her forever?
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People wear masks. I cut them off.
She doesn't know it, but she's already mine.
They all are.
They cry. They scream. They beg for their lives.
Truth of it is, they're all wearing masks. Even me.
I'm just the only one who's not afraid to look at what lies underneath.
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My hands are tied behind my back. Even if I could get loose, I'm locked inside the plastic surgeon's library.
He's in the next room.
Killing someone.
And if I said I wanted him to let me go, I'd be lying.
Author's Note: This is a dark romance novel with mature themes that might make some readers uncomfortable.
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I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.
When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless.
I was wrong.
Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go.
Soon, I stopped begging to be let go.
Soon, I started begging to be HIS.
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Yours (A Dark Bad Boy Romance Novel)
This can’t be happening. Not to me.
It was supposed to be fun. A spring break trip to Tijuana with my friends. A margarita in each hand while we danced the night away.
Then I saw him in the club. He was too perfect to be true—an impeccably tailored suit, a sculpted body. Ice-blue eyes that seared with desire. I thought everything about him was right. But I was dead wrong.
A gun to my head.
A collar around my neck.
A whisper in my ear telling me to follow orders… OR ELSE.
And the strange look in his eyes that tells me there’s a secret he’s still hiding…
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Table of Contents
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
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
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Prologue
Chapter One
When a billionaire mistakes you for his birthday gift, you have to play along...
Chapter One
