LOGINA stripper-turned-trophy-wife had a one-night stand with her husband’s ruthless best friend which ignites a three-course affair of revenge, betrayal, and burning passion—climaxing in a Syndicate gala where she exposes their empires and claims the man who ruined her for anyone else. This is a story with taste of betrayal, suspense and thrill. This book contains steamy, raw and mature content. Read with caution.
View MoreLeon’s POVBella rolled over onto her stomach, real slow, like she was in no rush even though everything felt like it was crashing down for me. Her cheek pressed into the pillow, that dark hair of hers all tangled and falling everywhere.She pulled her legs up behind her, her knees bent, ankles crossing lazy in the air. The sheet had slid down a bit, showing the curve of her back... and those faint red marks I'd left. Yeah, my marks.She looked up at me, her eyes soft but sharp at the same time. “Why don’t you just stay the night?”I was already scrambling, hunting for my clothes like the room was on fire. My pants were halfway under the bed—I yanked them out, shoved one leg in, almost fell over hopping into the other. Shirt was crumpled on the chair. I grabbed it, arms flailing through the sleeves, buttons only half done ‘cause my fingers wouldn’t cooperate.Zipper next. Damn thing stuck for a second. Words came out harsher than I wanted. “I promised my wife that no nights out.”Bell
Leon’s POVThe hotel room in New York now smelled like her—that sweet perfume all mixed up with sweat and sex, the kind of scent that hits you hard and lingers around you.We’d been going at it for hours, time was just slipping away, the bed sheets twisted everywhere like we didn’t care. Curtains still pulled shut. I knew it had to be dark as hell outside by now, but in here it felt like we were in our own little world.Bella was under me again, her skin hot and slippery against mine, her dark hair all messy across the pillow. She looked like a beautiful disaster I didn’t wanna clean up.Man, I had her just how I wanted. One leg hooked up high over my hip, her knee bent kinda sharp, my hand holding the back of her thigh so it stayed there. The other leg stretched out straight, toes curling into the bed. Her hips tilted up perfect, letting me go deep every time.I was going hard, and so rough— hoping not hurting her or anything just because it's going to be our last fuck here. I just
Ava’s POVLeon didn’t give me a second to catch my breath.He placed his hands on me again, quick and rough, his fingers working at the thick black rope still wrapped around my ankles. The cord slid free with a soft rasp on my skin, and the sudden rush of blood all over that area made the red marks burn hotter than before. I winced a little, biting my lip, but he still didn’t slow down. He just yanked the rest of the rope off his own wrist and flung it across the room like the rope had pissed him off. It hit the wall with a quiet thud and dropped to the floor.But for the belt around my wrists? He still left that exactly where it was, still so tight.My hands still locked together in front of me.He wasn’t ready to let go of that control. Not yet. And not ever.Before I could even think for a moment, he gripped my hips with his huge hands and flipped me over like I was nothing more than a doll in his arms. My face sank into the warm, messed sheets that smelled like us—like sweat,sex
Ava's POV Leon didn't let me catch my breath fully.He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing that thick black sex rope—soft but tough, the kind that he'd always used on me to punish me.Sweat glistened on his chest, his muscles shifting under the dim light as he moved. He was breathing heavy too, swat dripping from his forehead.He untied the belt from the bed headboard quick and easy, but left my wrists bound together. The leather had left angry red marks—I could feel them throbbing already, and when circulation rushed back, pins and needles hit my fingers bad.Then he went lower.He grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs together, and started wrapping the rope around them—tight loops that locked my thighs at one shot. His abs flexing as he moved. One loop pinched a bit at first, and he had to loosen it, muttering “shit, hold on” under his breath before redoing it, still tight.After that, he pulled my bound wrists down toward my feet, folding me right in half. It pulled sharp on my b
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