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A new 2016 Dual POV edition of Impossible
Claudia...
My life was irrevocably changed that night; the night I was taken. I saved a man's life, but at what cost to myself? Can I convince him to save me in return?
I hate him for what he's done to me. But the longer I'm trapped with him, the harder it is to cling to that hatred. He is an enigma of a man, one who is shockingly arrogant, sweetly contrite, and frighteningly aggressive by turns. And the pain in his eyes is a mirror for my own.
The longer I remain in his grip, the more confused I become.
Is my freedom worth betraying him?
Sean...
My captive is beautiful, cunning, and defiant. The alluring combination pleases the monster in me. I want to conquer that defiance and take possession of her beauty. I crave to claim her innocence and keep it for myself.
But the man I am knows nothing could be more wrong.
I have to decide which is stronger: the monster or the man? Either way, one thing's for certain. I'm never letting her go.
*Includes the brand new short story Happily Ever After (An Impossible Series Christmas Special)*
Claudia...
My life was irrevocably changed that night; the night I was taken. I saved a man's life, but at what cost to myself? Can I convince him to save me in return?
I hate him for what he's done to me. But the longer I'm trapped with him, the harder it is to cling to that hatred. He is an enigma of a man, one who is shockingly arrogant, sweetly contrite, and frighteningly aggressive by turns. And the pain in his eyes is a mirror for my own.
The longer I remain in his grip, the more confused I become.
Is my freedom worth betraying him?
Sean...
My captive is beautiful, cunning, and defiant. The alluring combination pleases the monster in me. I want to conquer that defiance and take possession of her beauty. I crave to claim her innocence and keep it for myself.
But the man I am knows nothing could be more wrong.
I have to decide which is stronger: the monster or the man? Either way, one thing's for certain. I'm never letting her go.
*Includes the brand new short story Happily Ever After (An Impossible Series Christmas Special)*
She rounded on me, storm clouds in her eyes. “What other choice did you give me?” she hissed. “Did you really expect me to stay here like a good girl? To allow you to keep me as your pet forever?”
For once, I didn’t find her anger remotely cute. Her words hit too close to home. That was exactly what I wanted to do with her. That was what I was going to do with her. There were no other options.
“I don’t have a choice here, Claudia,” I ground out, willing her to understand that her demands that I release her were completely irrational and futile.
“Yes, you do!” she insisted hotly, half-shouting. “And you’re making the wrong one.”
Her eyes shone with tears again as she glared up at me, and she swiped at them angrily. When her knuckles raked over her bruised cheek, she winced.
I reached out automatically, my fingers encircling her slim wrist as I pulled her hand away from her face. She wasn’t allowed to cause herself pain.
The indignant fury in her eyes melted, and she shivered slightly in response to my domineering touch. The little furrow between her brows betrayed her confusion at her reaction to me.
“Here,” I said softly. “Let me.”
I pressed my advantage, exploiting her moment of weakness. Carefully, I brushed away the wetness on her cheeks. It was time to finish what we had started that afternoon. I touched my hand to the side of her face, my fingers curving to match the line of her cheek, my thumb hooking below her jaw. Although my touch barely brushed her skin, she went utterly still, trapped by my power over her just as effectively as she would be by the restraints that I craved to use on her.
Her gaze dropped from my eyes to my lips, and her tongue darted out to wet her own. The sight of her surrender to her desires was intensely gratifying, and a knowing, triumphant smile spread across my face. I leaned into her slowly, building her anticipation. Her pupils dilated and her breath quickened; she enjoyed the way I was toying with her. By the time I allowed her lips to touch mine, she would be quivering from her need.
Her eyes flashed, defiance replacing the soft submission that had filled them. To my astonishment, her hand closed firmly around the back of my neck, and she pulled herself up into me, closing the distance between us. She crushed her lips to mine, and shock made me still beneath her.
Her eagerness to kiss me was undeniably satisfying, but her little show of rebelliousness wouldn’t be tolerated. My tender fingers left her cheek to tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck. The feel of the silken strands wrapped around my fist made blood pulse to my cock. I tugged sharply, administering a little jolt of pain to reinforce my control. Her head dropped back and her lips parted for me. I swallowed her small, shocked gasp, savoring it.
I took her lips mercilessly, demonstrating that she would only be rewarded with my touch if she played by my rules. My tongue delved into her hot mouth. Her attempts to cling on to some control as her tongue tangled with mine amused me. I indulged her for a few seconds before pushing her back against the wall, my hand in her hair protecting her head from hitting the tiles. She gasped at the sudden coolness of them touching her skin, and I took advantage, fucking her open mouth with my tongue, exploring every inch of her.
I released her hair so I could grasp her wrist. I pulled her arms up and pinned her wrists against the wall on either side of her head. Her pleasurable shudder spurred me on, and my cock hardened as she melted for me, her body turning softly compliant. All resistance left her as I ravaged her mouth.
This was how she was meant to be; she was utterly perfect in her submission to me. It wasn’t lost on me that the way I trapped her against the wall mirrored the way her attacker had restrained her. I pinned her in that position in a show of ownership. I was meant to possess her body like this and no one else. And the way she responded to my dominance so beautifully confirmed my claim.
My lips curved triumphantly against hers when she pressed her hot pussy against my thigh, grinding against me. Her soft whine pleaded with me to grant her the release she so desperately needed. I was fiercely tempted to free my cock from my pants, shove her dress up over her hips, and drive into her heat.
But I didn’t want our first time to be a frenzied fuck against the bathroom wall. I was going to take my time claiming her, branding every inch of her beautiful body with my touch until she was reduced to a desperate, whimpering mess. Only then would I reward her with my cock, and the feeling of her pussy rippling around me as she came again and again would bring me the perfect pleasure that she had denied me for so long.
Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia's current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.
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