Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.
But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?
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The breath left my lungs in a whoosh with the first smack of the flogger against my unblemished skin. My back arched, my head lifted when he slapped another across my buttocks. When I lifted my eyes to meet a smile holding no hint of emotion, I knew my dark pupils had swallowed the lighter brown of my irises. I took a moment to admire the handsome planes of his face, the arch of his brows over black eyes terrifying in their coldness. It was the look of a man who could beat me to death with the leather in his hand, but I trusted him to know my limits.
I closed my eyes and slipped into a place where all I could do was feel. I revelled in the stinging, and clung to the burning of the tattoo pattern. Both sensations affirmed that I was his. Dorian’s ministrations pulled something out of my soul and replaced it with a craving for something deep and dark, something that only pain could fill. Corporal punishment filled me with a satisfaction greater than my need. I hushed the moans before they left my lips and pulled my thighs together to catch the seeping moisture. Dorian’s breathing grew harder, almost a pant as he stood too close, a restless prowler ready to give in. I clutched the carpet and gritted my teeth in silent disappointment when he dropped the flogger. His dark gaze strayed to mine as he rubbed the raised skin on my ass.
I bowed my head. “Thank you, Dorian.”
About Jenna Fox
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
Can be found eating Cheetos at a gas station near you.
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