LOGIN"Hands off," he snaps. "I'm... I'm not touching you," I argue, "I'm just...." My hand still moves, sliding in a slow rhythm against him. "Ivy..." he pant, my chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow bursts. "I told you... no hands... Ahhh...fuck," his head leans back, pleasure taking over. "...I told you not to touch..." "I'm touching, daddy. I'm just... helping a man in need." *** Christian de Luca hasn't touched a woman since his wife, Claire, died. Until her rebellious, pink-haired eighteen-year-old daughter, Ivy, crosses his threshold for a one-week stay until she inherits her mother's house. Bound by a single week and a violent, forbidden attraction, Christian tries to resist the darkness she awakens. But Ivy isn't afraid to push his limits. In a house haunted by an unsolved murder, the greatest danger isn't the men who killed her mother—it's the man who can't stop desiring her. This book is extremely explicit. If you cannot handle intense content and sensitive themes—BDSM, violence, and explicit sexual scenes—you'd better stop reading now. But if you like it as much as I do... Welcome to the chaos.
View MoreIVYHe carries me down the hall and straight into the private elevator.The metal doors slide shut, sealing us inside the suffocatingly small space. Before the lift even starts its ascent, his mouth finds my neck. Hot, open, bruising. He sucks hard against the sensitive skin right below my ear, sending a blinding jolt of electricity straight down to my core. Ohh, fuck—... I know it will leave a dark, purple mark. I don’t care.My fingers dig deep into his bare shoulders, my nails biting into his warm bronze skin. I can feel the solid, corded muscles shifting, bunching, and relaxing under my palms as he carries me higher and higher.When the elevator doors slide open on his floor, he doesn’t slow down. He strides straight into his bedroom and drops me right onto the center of his massive mattress.I bounce once against the sheets, breathless, my chest heaving, my eyes flying up to meet his.He stands over the bed, his dark gaze burning into me.Without a word, his hands move to the dra
IVYThat’s the line that shatters the last of his restraint.His hand tilts my neck up so that I look at him, his face close to mine. Before I can register how close I am to him…He crashes his mouth down onto mine.My eyes close.The kiss is hard, brutal, and hungry. Not searching, but everything within the boundaries of claiming.His lips part mine without asking, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting me, swallowing my gasp.At the same time, his fingers are doing the work of glory. He shoves them aggressively into my panties, burying deep inside my wet heat.“Mmmh—!” I moan into his mouth, the sound trapped against his lips as my knees buckle.My hands fly up in a panic, one palm slapping flat against the cool granite counter to keep from falling, while the other hand reaches back, clawing wildly at his broad shoulders, trying to pull him closer, deeper.He breaks the kiss just for a second, pulling back enough to look down at me with dilated eyes.“Hands on the counter,” he commands
IVY The hot water of the shower beats down on my skin, washing away the soap and maybe trying to wash the night away too. I close my eyes. My mind spins in dizzy circles. How did it end up like this? Why did he have to pull me back? Why did he have to touch me like I was his? I should be angry. There shouldn’t be any atom of joy in me, but no. I’m not even one bit angry that Christian caught me. My hands curl into fists against the tiled wall as I remember Ace. Ace, that… that stupid, loyal dog. “Fuck you, Ace!” I curse out loud. If he hadn’t knocked on that door… or if he had just stayed away for just five more minutes… I curse him again. And again. I hate him. I hate the timing. I hate how my body still hums and aches for something it didn’t get to finish. Ten minutes later, I turn the water off. I step out and try to sit down on the edge of the bed. A sharp, stinging pain shoots straight up my spine. I wince, hissing through my teeth. My ass is bruised, burning red from
CHRISTIAN “Ace,” I bark out, my voice loud and commanding. “Come in!”The door opens instantly. Ace steps into the room. My blood is hot and thick, rushing in my ears. I am standing right where she was, the room smelling of my own frustration. Ace had better have a good reason to be here at this hour.Ivy moves fast the moment the door swung open. She steps past Ace without a single word. She doesn't look up. Her face is flushed bright red, her eyes still glassy with leftover tears, and her wrists show faint, angry red marks where the belt bit into her skin.She walks straight toward the private elevator. The doors open. She steps inside and disappears.Ace watches her go. His eyebrows pull together, a clear look of confusion crossing his face. As he watches her,My eyes drop to the cushion.The black lace panties are lying right there. Torn. Left behind as evidence of chaos.Without thinking, my hand moves smoothly down. My fingers wrap around the silk fabric. I pick them up, sque


















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