Chapter One
The night she met Lucas Edge,
everything changed.
Alyssa Fox had written endless chapters
about passion and its sharp, spicy whip. She was loved for her
adventurous heroines, women who would stand on the brink of the
world to face their deepest, darkest desires.
In reality, Alyssa never hoped to be
anything like those women. That was until Luke came into her
life.
“Look at me.”
His voice, deep and stirring, broke her
out of her reverie. Her eyes popped open to meet the piercing orbs
of his grey gaze. He was so beautiful. Everything about him…was
beautiful.
Dark hair as black as coal that was
thick and cut in stylish waves. A square face, all angles and
handsomely carved. A nose like a blade, and lips like sin itself:
curvy with a manly clip to them. Damnably kissable and very hard to
resist. He only had to kiss her with those lips once and she would
do anything he wanted.
His body was trim and hard-packed in
the shoulders and chest, and he had a tall, proportionate frame.
Greek god in the flesh, it was hard to believe any woman could ever
say ‘no’ to a man like him. Alyssa certainly had never been able
to. Not from the very beginning.
Alyssa’s arms strained against her
cuffs, and she whimpered, wishing she could break free and wrap her
arms around him. Even her ankles were in restraints. Naked and
spread out before him, all she really could do was gaze into his
arrestingly handsome face.
He was still fully dressed, his white
dress shirt opened at the throat and in sharp contrast to his
deeply tanned skin. His snug-fitting black pants stretched on his
powerful looking hips as he settled down on his side next to
her.
His head was propped on one hand while
the other reached to cup her left breast with a possessive, warm
and tingling touch. Alyssa felt even more vulnerable with him still
in his clothes while she was nude and bound hand and foot to the
bed – his bed.
She would never have thought this
moment possible. That a man like him – powerful, beautiful and
sexually thrilling, would want a woman like her.
“Tonight, Alyssa, you will give your
body to me in the way you’ve never given another man,” he told her
factually, while his fingers toyed with a nipple and caused it to
become a beady, hungry peak. Alyssa was panting, her breath soft
and short. Deep within her apex, she dripped. Soon she would be
nothing but a puddle and a mass of quivers, she knew.
In his hand, her breast grew heavy and
proud with passion. She wanted this man so much. Wanted to be
claimed in totality by him. To give herself fully; whatever he
asked was his. Every inch of her, in every way she could give him
pleasure, Alyssa would do so.
“No part of you should be denied me,”
he continued, his eyes casting down to follow the path of his
fingers which now shifted from her breast to her concave stomach
and then to rest on her smooth-shaven mound, the soft petals
already budding and glistening with heat and moisture. He cupped
her sex and Alyssa let out a long, whispery whimper. Just one
touch, and her pussy plumped and pulsed, each muscle within
beginning to throb as that large, knowing hand pressed over her
aching core.
He spoke again and his voice was like
silk, stroking her senses and making her purr from the inside
out.
“Here, in my bed and completely in my
power. This is how I dreamed it since the first time we met,” he
murmured, his tone somewhat raspy. Alyssa could feel his thumb
flick over her clit, and she jerked. A flash of white-hot lust
shafted through her as he thumbed her clitoris with light, even
teasing strokes. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp as she found
herself staring into the fathomless pools of his beautiful grey
eyes.
“Alyssa, my exquisite pet. Now that I
have you where I want you, meek, willing and wet…I can only
speculate on one last thing. I need to know if you can handle this.
I need to be sure you know exactly what you’re letting yourself in
for tonight. Because
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