Synopsis
Women loathed me without even knowing my name.
Men coveted the very idea of me.
Escort. Call girl. Prostitute. Hooker. Whore.
I'd heard it all. Done it all.
Over the years I'd felt a lot of things about my
occupation...but not regret--never regret. I had my reasons for doing what I
did and nothing and no one had ever made me question them.
UNTIL MARCO VALENTI.
He'd changed me and I'd naively fed into the fairy tale.
But Marco wasn't my Prince Charming.
He had secrets of his own.
Secrets that would eventually rip away everything I held
dear.
Meet Marco Valenti on April 25th!
Excerpt
“I'm here because you're paying me,” I bit out.
His muscles stiffened and Marco pressed his lips together.
“Of that, I am fully aware.” His hands dropped to his sides and his jaw ticked.
“I just meant...” I trailed off, unsure how to rectify the
situation. I’d let my anger get the best of me. Marco looked down with such
intensity in his dark gaze that I drew in a breath and held it.
Eventually, he wrapped his hands around me and I exhaled a
shaky breath. He drew me to his firm chest and dropped his forehead to the top
of my head. Being locked in his embrace and pressed against his body left me
breathless. Tingling started in my extremities as Marco’s hand caressed up and
down my back. He nuzzled his face into my neck and drew in a deep breath,
inhaling my scent.
“Profumi d’estate. You smell like a sweet summer breeze.”
His lips grazed my neck and I shuddered before he brought his forehead to mine.
His scent—a combination of expensive cologne with a hint of
bergamot—drifted into my nose. Suddenly, I wanted to pleasure this man. Not
because I was being paid to do it, but because I wanted him to want me, I
wanted to make him happy, and I wanted to know him intimately. As fucked up as
all that was.
I moved my hands to his chest, feeling his hard pecs flex
beneath my palms as I dragged them down his abdomen, eventually lowering myself
to my knees. The outline of his swollen cock was clear through his suit pants
and I traced the shape with a single finger. When I reached the tip and
squeezed, he hissed and pushed his hips forward. Wetness pooled between my
thighs and my clit pulsed, demanding attention.
I looked up at him as I undid his belt and slowly pulled his
zipper down. His large hands threaded into his hair, his eyes a little wild. My
nipples hardened when I opened his pants and saw that he wore no underwear. Did
he always go commando?
I licked my lips at the sight of his large, uncircumcised
cock, stiff and straining in front of me. Before I could act, Marco bent at the
waist and reached down, gripping my wrists and stilling me. He squeezed them,
and with only a look he told me to let go of his dress pants. I did, unable to
help myself from doing his bidding.
Marco gently pushed one strap of my dress off my shoulder
and then the other. He pulled the fabric down, and since I wore no bra, my
breasts sprung free. His eyes flared and he bit down on his bottom lip, sucking
it into his mouth as he did. Unable to control my reaction, my back arched,
silently begging him to put his hands, mouth—hell, anything—on me.
My breasts felt swollen and heavy, my nipples almost
painfully erect. Marco ran the back of his hand softly along the outside edge
of one breast as my heart hammered in my chest like a tribal drum, the beat
picking up speed the longer I was forced to wait. His heavy-lidded gaze drifted
up to meet mine at the same time his fingers clamped around one of my nipples
and squeezed. I cried out, my head dropping back at the pure ecstasy of pain
that was matched with equal parts pleasure.
“Sei perfetta,” he said, falling to his knees.
He palmed my breast, and I brought my head up just in time
to watch his head dip down. He sucked the nipple he’d just delivered such
exquisite torture to into his hot mouth, soothing the ache that remained. With
no warning, he twisted my other nipple. My hands dove into his hair while his
steady gaze watched my reaction. His full lips dragged across my hot skin until
he reached my other nipple and laved it, erasing the sting of his assault.
Then he squeezed both of my breasts, pressing them together.
“I am going to fuck these beautiful tits. Soon.”
God, I hoped Marco was a man of his word.
His stiff shaft bobbed with his movements while he played
with me a little longer, sucking and pinching and pulling and tugging.
Everything he did was driving me wild.
Finally, he pulled away from me and stood back up, his pants
wide open and displaying his impressive manhood. Marco unbuttoned his shirt as
I kneeled below him, watching the buttons give way, one by one, revealing even
more of his chiseled chest.
The man definitely spent time working on his physique.
Starting at his protruding pecs, I reached up and ran my hands down his
eight-pack and along the deep V carved into the lower half of his abdomen. Both
the V and his dark treasure trail seemed to be pointing to the one thing that
could ease the steady heat burning inside of me.
I hadn’t realized how hard I was biting my bottom lip until
Marco pushed his shirt off so that his cock was front and center, begging for
attention. Dark, assessing eyes looked down on me, and a smug grin tugged on
one corner of his mouth. “Open up, bella.” His hand pushed into my hair and
pulled me forward.
He didn’t have to ask twice.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a soft
spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha
males! She currently lives outside Toronto, Canada with her hubby and two small
children. Life is busy, but never to busy for a good story and to share her
love of reading and writing with others.
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