Free In His Grip: His #5 (A Billionaire Domination Serial) by Erika Masten

IN HIS GRIP: HIS #5
    (A BILLIONAIRE DOMINATION SERIAL)
     
    by
    Erika Masten
     
    KINDLE EDITION
    Copyright © 2012 Erika Masten
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    Erika Masten
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    This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.
     
    Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
     
    This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.
     
    TABLE OF CONTENTS
     
    In His Grip: His #5
     
    Excerpt From
    My Two Doms : Hot Hard Ménage #3
     
    Excerpt From
    Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1
     
    IN HIS GRIP: HIS #5
     
    “He’s the one you wouldn’t tell me about.”
    It wasn’t a question. In the diffused light of stone lanterns sitting atop the thick posts edging the patio, I sat hunched over my knees at the end of the chaise beside the sapphire blue villa pool. My face hidden in my hands, I peered through the space between my fingers to read Adrian’s expression. The sequins of my black cocktail dress scratched at the points of my elbows. A cool evening breeze, aiding my recovery from almost fainting during dinner at the resort, chilled my bare shoulders. Still, that wasn’t the reason I was shivering so slightly and tucking my arms tight to my body.
    Chloe, what have you done to yourself?
    I had fled four thousand miles from bad memories of an absentee father and an unfaithful lover. From a hole in my life that was the loss of my impetuous, overly emotional, but sublimely inspiring mother. And from my ambivalence about what my career as an environmental lawyer had become. As hard and as suddenly as Adrian Knight had aroused and gripped my passions, from the first day I met him, I had seized the opportunity to take control of my heart and my sexuality by denying one and totally relinquishing the other to the control of this sensual, exasperating, enigmatic billionaire. Three months on Knight’s private resort island of Ilha de Flor as his sexual submissive… Thirteen weeks managing the villa and the personal affairs as well as the dark passions of the British Dom with sable brown hair and silvery brown eyes…
    And tonight it had all begun to come apart, crumbling as I realized my professed detachment from Knight was a lie, collapsing as I found myself staring at Penn Ellison for the first time since I’d left him over his public indiscretions. Penn was here, of all the places and all the times, trying to buy Ilha de Flor. He was here shaking me from the waking dream that I somehow belonged with Adrian Knight.
    Facing the two men over dinner had been so much of an unexpected shock, such an unbearable pressure, that I’d almost fainted for the first time in my life. It had been Adrian’s resort chef and surrogate mother, Manuela, who had seen me wavering under the intense, prying gazes of the two men and hurried me away from them. Hugging me tight to her side, the elegant, black-haired beauty had walked me back to the villa. She’d settled me by the pool in the cool air until Adrian had appeared on the patio and bent his head to whisper to her before wishing her goodnight and sending her away.
    Now he stood sideways to me, facing the pool, silently studying