LOGINWarning: This book is intended for mature readers only. It contains dark, pornographic content, explicit sex scenes, BDSM themes, strong language, and age gap romance. If you enjoy extra heat, obsessive desire, and steam so intense it makes you squirm—this book is definitely for you. ******** “You’ve been teasing me for months now, little mouse. Those tight skirts. That pretty mouth. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Rowan murmured against her ear. She sucked in a shaky breath. It was hard to breathe with his body pressed so close, his hardness unmistakable, his warm breath sending shivers down her neck. “Do you want to feel my dick buried in your dripping pussy?” he asked, his hand sliding between her thighs. Rhea flinched as his hands moved higher. She could only nod. “Use your words, baby girl.” “Y-yes,” she breathed, squirming as his finger traced slow circles over her clit. A dark, approving smile touched his lips. “Good girl. Now lie down and spread that pretty virgin pussy for me. Let daddy have a taste.” ******** Rhea had always wanted Rowan Langston—the infamous, untouchable bachelor everyone whispered about. In fact, she was obsessed. When the chance to become his fake wife fell into her lap, she thought it would be her shortcut to his heart. She was wrong. Rowan doesn’t do love. He fucks. And he fucks hard. But Rhea isn’t ready to give up. Will she be able to crack the wall around Rowan’s heart, or will she lose the man she’s been chasing to his own darkness?
View MoreRhea’s POV“Little mouse, are you okay?” Rowan asked behind me, his breath brushing my ear. Every ugly detail of my day was right there, crawling up my throat, begging to spill out. I swallowed it back down.“Nothing. Just tired from work.” I kept my tone light and headed for the closet.He followed anyway. Of course he did.“You know I could move you to my office,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “You wouldn’t have to deal with any of this.”I turned giving him my best unimpressed look. “I want to actually learn something, Mr. Rowan. And we both know I’d get nothing done if I worked with you.”“Yeah, right.” His hands landed on my waist, pulling me back against him. “I’d be the one getting nothing done.”I laughed and pushed him off, retreating toward the bathroom before he could see how easily he still got to me.By the time I climbed into bed that night, curled against his chest with his fingers combing slowly through my hair, I still hadn’t told him anything.“You know yo
Rhea’s POV“Oh, you’re here!”That annoying voice I never wanted to hear again cut through the air. Lyra and I turned in unison, hands folding at the sound of it.“Come on, aren’t you guys happy to see me?” Mia flipped her hair excitedly. She’d changed, put on some weight in the right places, and the body-hugging gown she wore left nothing to the imagination. Good for her.“What are you doing here?” Lyra asked before I could.Mia smirked. “I heard my besties were applying, so why not? It wouldn’t be fun without me. The more the merrier.”“Mia Bennett.” A voice called from the hallway.She smiled. “See you later, besties.”She walked off, hips swaying side to side. My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms.“That bitch doesn’t give up, does she?” Lyra muttered.I unclenched my fists and shook my head. “Well, it’s two against one now.” I wouldn’t let her get under my skin again.The interview went well, and we were posted to our departments. Of course the universe, playing
Rhea’s POV“I love you.”Three words, and just like that, sleep was off the table.I lay there rerunning them until the ceiling started to blur, then gave up and paced the room instead, already halfway into a fantasy where morning brought some grand confession. I actually reached for my phone to call Lyra before I caught myself. Nobody wants a two a.m. call that starts with “so my husband might have said something.”I watched him for any sign he meant it, some follow-up, some clue. Nothing came. The night gave up on me faster than I gave up on it, and when I woke the next morning, I was tucked in alone, the duvet pulled snug around me, as if someone had actually taken a moment to arrange it.Heat crept up my neck. I’d passed out on the couch. He’d carried me to bed.I was up in seconds, into the bathroom, a rushed splash of water on my face, and out the door before I could second-guess the outfit I hadn’t even changed. My steps slowed once his door came into view, and I made a show of
Rhea’s POVHe didn’t come after me.That was the part that stuck. Not the sleepless night, not the silence on the other side of the wall, but the fact that come morning, he was smiling as if none of it had happened. He even made breakfast, which was new. In all this time, he’d never once made me breakfast.I sat across the table and watched him play house with someone else, right in front of me, and still find a spare second to lean over and peck my cheek like it cost him nothing. Like it meant nothing. Maybe it didn’t.Rowan stayed home for days after that, wrapped up in Vee, and I existed somewhere at the edge of the picture. I told myself she’d get bored and leave eventually, and I would still be standing there when she did. That was the lie I fed myself to get through each day.I called Lyra so many times my thumb ached from redialing. Nothing. When I finally showed up at her door, she wouldn’t even open it all the way.“Go back to your dear husband,” was all she gave me.The day
AUTHOR’S POV After the disastrous dinner, Rowan apologized several times to Rhea.Rhea kept assuring him it was fine, even though her night had been completely ruined. Still… the image of Rowan standing up for her replayed in her mind again and again, vivid as if it had just happened.But days pas
AUTHOR’S POV The next morning Rhea woke up feeling exhausted but strangely excited.She had dreamed about Rowan again.Blushing slightly, she hurried to get dressed for school. She found Lyra by the lockers and pulled her aside by the elbow.“I have to tell you something.”Lyra gave her the look.
AUTHOR’S POV“Erhm… nothing,” Rhea replied quickly, trying to keep her eyes from drifting to the pillow.“I sure heard something,” Mr. Rowan said as he stepped fully into the room, his eyes darting around curiously.Rhea’s stomach dropped. “I don’t… I don’t hear anything.”Rowan began walking close
Rhea’s POVOne minute I was with my father, answering his questions about boyfriends. Next, I was seated in Mr. Rowan Langston’s office, my hands clasped tightly in my lap as I waited for him.According to my dad, Rowan needed a fake bride. Someone discreet. Clean. No drama. No ill intentions. One
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