by René, Dani
“Carrick,” she utters my name, pleads, begs, tangles her fingers in my hair as I devour her sweetness. She’s mine. So fucking beautifully mine. My cock is throbbing to be inside her, to just show her with my body how much I love her. I want her to come on my tongue, but I can’t hold back anymore. I need to be inside her.
My slacks and boxers are around my ankles in seconds, and I’m hovering over her. My hips between her splayed thighs. “I love you, Peyton,” I murmur as my cock teases her entrance. My hips roll, and I slip inside.
“I love you too, Sir,” she coos, and that’s all I need to drive into her body. I’m balls-deep inside the woman I’m going to marry. Leisurely, I move, sliding out and in, feeling each warm pulse of her body around my shaft.
Her fingers claw for more. She loves me being rough, fucking her, but this is not the time nor place. I need her to feel me. To feel my love. My mouth finds hers, our lips fusing with electric currents shooting through me. With each soft lick of her tongue, I offer mine in return, tasting her as she is me.
Our bodies move in sync, fitting together like two beautiful broken pieces of the same shattered glass. We don’t need anything else. No toys. No whips and cuffs. This right here is heaven. It’s perfect. It’s my love for Peyton, and hers for me.
Bonus Scene #1
Carrick
Two babies.
Twins.
How on earth am I going to be a father? I’m not parent material, I mean… I’m a fucking asshole at the best of times. And now, I’m supposed to be a role model, someone they can look up to as they grow up.
I’m nervous. More so than I ever thought I would be. My life has been filled with violence and darkness. And now my wife is bringing our daughters into the world.
Peyton is in the kitchen, I watch her from the dining room table. She’s happily cooking dinner, even when I told her to leave it alone, that I’ll get to it once I finalize orders for the new club equipment.
But as always, my stubborn, gorgeous wife is determined to do everything. She moves around the space, her belly swollen, her face glowing, and her tits heavy with milk. Another month and we’ll be heading to the hospital, and I’ll be a father.
“Rick,” Peyton calls to me, noticing I’m already staring at her like a love-struck teenager. “What?” Her gaze travels over her, taking in her bare feet and long, lithe legs. Then she stares down at the bump that’s hugged by her tee.
I can’t help my dick throbbing behind my zipper. She’s so beautiful, every inch of her.
“Is something wrong?” Peyton asks again, dragging me from my stupor.
Shaking my head, I stand and make my way toward her. “No, nothing is wrong, Kitten,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms, and she grumbles about her big belly. “You’re just so fucking beautiful I can’t take my eyes off you. Even when I have a million and one deadlines to get the new equipment ordered.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles into my shirt, her hands gripping the material. “I didn’t mean to.”
“You should never apologize for distracting me. I love every minute of watching your pert little ass swaying around our kitchen.”
“You do realize sex is the last thing on my mind right now, Rick,” Peyton complains, causing me to chuckle.
“I never said anything about sex, but I mean… if you’re offering,” I tease, earning me a swat from my beautiful wife. Her hair is pinned in a messy bun, but a few loose strands frame her face. A soft pink hue darkens her cheeks as she glares up at me.
“Don’t be an asshole,” she bites out. “I feel like a beached whale.”
Stepping back, I regard her with a stern expression. “You are beautiful. You’re sexy, you’re going to be the mother to our daughters, and if I ever hear you say something like that about yourself again, I’ll spank your ass so hard, you won’t be sitting down for a month. Am I understood?”
Peyton’s eyes widen at my outburst. Her mouth opens, shuts then opens again. I want to laugh, but I don’t because I wasn’t joking.
“You’re perfect. No matter what size you are. And let me tell you something, you make my dick hard when you’re not pregnant, and you make it rock solid when you’re carrying our twins. So, if you ever mutter a negative thing about yourself, you’ll pay in pain on your pretty little ass.”
Those green eyes lock on mine, her lips tilt ever so slightly, and she leans up on her tiptoes to allow her plump lips to meet the shell of my ear. “Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, her voice like silk trailing over my engorged cock.
“And don’t tease me, Kitten, because your mouth will be full of cock in zero point five seconds flat.” The threat is clear. A shiver races through me when I note the goosebumps rise up on her shoulder. “I love you. And I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
She’s pliable in my arms, and I lead her to the living room. Settling beside her on the sofa, I hold her close, watching the fire crackling in front of us. The night peeks at us through the floor to ceiling windows, and the city lights blink from far away.
“This is the life I’ve always wanted,” Peyton tells me. “A family, a home, and someone who loves me.”
“Then I’m happy to give you that. To offer you that dream.”
“Rick?” Peyton gasps my name, causing my body to turn rigid. “Shit.”
“What?” When we both glance down, we notice the wet cushions beneath Peyton.
“It’s time,” she informs me, and I’m on my feet, racing into the bedroom to find the suitcase we’d packed. In our preparations, we made sure everything was ready, and it seems we were right to do it.
We’re about to become parents. And I’m suddenly sure about this. I can be a dad. And I’ll be the best fucking dad in the world.
Bonus Scene #2
Peyton
Staring at myself in the mirror, I take in the bruises and marks that line my body. When I fell pregnant, it was one of the most exciting moments of my life. Except for my wedding day, which was perfect in all it’s chaos. But knowing I brought two new tiny people into the world is scary. Not in a bad way, more terrifying than anything else.
They’re so tiny, so fragile, and even when I settle them in for the night, I wonder if I can be the mother that gives them the love and affection they need.
Will my advice be good for them?
Am I going to have to be one of those moms who grounds them for misbehaving?
Will Carrick and I disagree on how we raise them or punish them?
Every question that leaps into my mind is washed away when I turn from the mirror and find Rick at the doorway, holding both girls in either arm.
“What are you doing?” I race to him, taking Fallon while he holds Erin. “You know you should call me if you need a hand.”
“I know, I just didn’t want to disturb you,” he tells me. I was meant to be working but got distracted. Tonight, I’ll be hostess at Seven Sins, and the dress I wanted to wear is a little too revealing.
“You weren’t, I just… I don’t know if I’m even hostess material anymore.” Glancing at my curvy figure, and my breasts that look like I’ve had them enlarged, I shake my head.
“Why?”
“Do you still think I’m attractive?” I glance up as I whisper the question. I know Rick told me once that if I ever questioned myself, he’d spank me, but it’s difficult when there are so many scars, marks, and bruises on my once flawless skin.
“Look at me,” Carrick orders in that voice. “To me, you are always beautiful, whether you’re drenched in mud and paint, or if you’re draped in diamonds and silk.” His eyes burn through me, penetrating my very core.
My soul hurts. It’s been two months since the girls were born and I have to admit, I’ve found it challenging to get back into my regular routine, and learning to accept that I’m older, I’m a mom.
“What do you need, Kitten? I’ll do anything to make you feel better. You know that, right?”
I can’t help but smile. Nodding, I look into my
husband’s loving gaze and tell him, “I want a scene. I want you to completely overwhelm me. And I need you to make me fly.”
“Are you sure?”
Even though we’ve made love numerous times throughout the pregnancy, Carrick didn’t take me hard, he didn’t flog me, bind me, or do anything that would endanger the girls.
I understand his reluctance. His concern melted my heart and filled me with affection that he cared for them before he’d even met the girls. He was born to be a dad, and I know he’ll be there for them until he takes his final breath.
“I want it. Tonight, when we get home, I want you to make me feel like I did the first time you took me.”
I can tell he’s nervous about it. But when I press my lips to his, I bite down on his lower lip, tugging it between my teeth, earning me a low growl.
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Rick mutters when I release him. “Let’s get the girls to my sister, and we can head to work.” He leaves me in the room to get ready, and as I slip on the flowing pink dress, I can’t help but smile at my new curves.
I can do this.
Even though I’m a mom, I’m also a woman.
Nodding, I tug my hair from the pins holding it up and allow the blonde waves to dance along my spine. My minimal makeup is perfect, and I slip into a pair of black heels.
Time to taunt my husband.
Playlist
Take Me To Church - Hozier
Better Than Me - Hinder
Ride - Chase Rice
Bad Romance - Thirty Seconds To Mars
Hurricane - Thirty Seconds To Mars
Wild Horses - Antonia & Jay Sean
Tears in the Ocean - Jay Sean
Closer to You - Adelitas Way
Roulette - Katy Perry
Tear in your Hand - Tori Amos
Broken Ones - Jacquie
All Falls Down - Adelitas Way
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Want to meet Carrick’s older brother? Read on!
Prologue
Callan
I’ve never been a good man.
I’m not the man you take home to meet your parents.
Hell, I’m not even the guy you want your friends to meet.
I’ve done bad things.
So many, in fact, I doubt I’ll ever make it to heaven. But that doesn’t stop me from living the life I enjoy. If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.
I take each day as it comes. And when I have a job to do, something I’ve been trained to do, I do it well. I’m a dangerous man. I revel in watching life drain from those whose lives I take.
Six months ago, I moved to Chicago from England, but my ancestry lies in thick Irish roots. Most people know me as Carrick’s older brother. He has a life here; I’m only just starting mine.
Half a year being in another country, and I’ve taken to it like a fish to water. It’s also been six months since I first walked into my brother’s club, Seven Sins, and found one alluring beauty who has caught my eye. She’s all kinds of wrong for me, far too young and innocent. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
Rick has warned me off. Told me to leave her be. Her father is too influential in this city for me to be messing around with her. I’ve never been one to play by the rules. Hell, I doubt I have any morals left.
I want to listen to my little brother.
But I can’t.
It’s not because I want to piss him off. It’s because this little brunette has lured me into a web of depraved need. She’s beautiful, with plump lips that would look incredible around the base of my cock.
Carrick thinks I’ve already been with her. But I haven’t. Apart from in my wettest, wildest dreams. But it’s moments like this that turn my body molten — when she walks into Seven Sins every Friday night.
I hear her laughter first, soft, melodic, innocent. Turning to the entrance, I find her along with her friend, Amber Davenport, one of Chicago’s elite socialites.
Amber’s known for her substance abuse, sexual proclivities, and being better acquainted with the local police officers than her father would like. Which begs the question, why is Madison hanging out with someone like that?
Amber has done well for herself making a name in the media as the bad girl, and she’s proud of it. Leggy, blonde, and I’m almost certain a pair of fake tits. But it’s not her who’s caught my attention. Instead, my gaze lingers on the brunette beside her.
Madison Parker.
Twenty-one-year-old daughter to a senator.
At thirty-seven, I am far too old for her. I should walk away, but like I said, I’m not a good man, so I don’t. Instead, I lift an eyebrow as she offers me a small, shy smile. Playing innocent, poppet? I see through her act. Right down to her needy core that she’s nowhere near as sweet as she acts.
I know this because of the piercing look she pins me with. Her mouth purses into a pout that causes my dick to leap to attention. And when she lifts her hand to those glossy lips, she bites down on her thumb, and she’s hooked me.
The naughty little tease will pay.
I’ll make sure of it.
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Kneel (Book #1)
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Indulge (Book #3)
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Bound (Book #5)
Envy (Book #6)
Vice (Book #7)
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Envy (Book #6)
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About the Author
Dani is a USA Today bestselling author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.
Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.
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