CREIGHTONFuck me.That's what her bright red lips are saying, and I don't think she has a damn clue how edible she is sitting on the bench. She shifts, and the glow around her neck reflects the purple light of the club.She caught my eye when she walked in the door because she looked so completely out of place.But I haven't been able to take my eyes off her because. . . Cum. I have no idea. I've had my fair share of beautiful women, but this is a completely different woman. Not the kind of trained woman who swarms this place, hunting and looking for her next meal ticket.No. _ One look at her, and I know she's untrained and innocent. She's not a gold digger type of woman.The way she immediately played along and never backed down from my touch. Hell, she leaned into me, wanting more. She's rare, and I'm the type of man who appreciates quality more than most when it comes to choosing a woman.And then there's the fact that she's sitting at the bar on Christmas Eve with no ring on her
CREIGHTONI need to take this slow. I need to take my time with her. She's the type of woman to be savored and cherished, but I so want to taste her innocence on my lips so bad, time and time again.I have his ass filling my hands and back against the wall before the door clicks shut behind us, and the whiskey bottle hits the floor. I take her mouth, sliding my tongue between her glossy red lips. Fuck you . So damn sweet, just like I knew they would be.Her moan goes straight to my balls. I rock around her, my cock pressing against her pussy. She moans and presses against me, her instincts coming strong despite her innocence. I reach down and wrap one leg around me, and she takes it quickly, repeating the movement with her other leg.Her skirt goes around her waist, and the heels of her boots dig into my ass. I need to fucking devour this woman. Her nails dig into my shoulders until firm.Do not worry, dear. I won't let you go anywhere.I bury a hand in her hair, tilting her head back
CREIGHTONShe is sweetly submissive and everything I wanted. His inner battle between hesitation and need rages so strongly, I can see it in his eyes. She has my need to own her. . . More than I can remember, I've never wanted to own anything in a long, long time.But that's all the time for introspection because I have a condom on my cock and the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted in front of me begging me to smack her.My brain is short-circuited when she slides a finger down toward her clit and trails it with her thumb.Now that I didn't expect thatOh no, you didn't, girl. Your pussy became mine the second we entered the room. She needs to understand the rules she is playing.“If you ever touch yourself again, I'm going to spank your pussy until I come, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk.Her hand stops, and her eyes widen in shock. The innocent surprise in her eyes is quite possibly the most erotic thing I've ever seen. But as much as I'm loving those eyes, I want h
CREIGHTONI would have made an excellent commander.I see.I want.I conquer.I keep.Anyone who gets in my way is removed by any means necessary. I'm not afraid to take what I want, and I sure as hell have no qualms about doing whatever it takes.The only time I let something go is when I'm pretty good and ready, and there's no guarantee I'll ever be ready when it comes to the woman I'm waiting for. The last six days have done nothing but strengthen my resolve to have her on my terms.I make myself comfortable in a leather side chair in room 1919 at the Plaza, enjoying three Bushmills fingers while I wait for my newest acquisition to arrive. Because in all honesty, at this point, that's exactly what she is. The latest toy to add to my collection.Cannon Freeman, my best friend and CEO, will probably tell me that calling my fiancée a takeover is the quickest way to fuck this up, and he'd be right. I might think so, but I'm not stupid to tell her that.creighton“Yes, I know it sounds
GWENI look at the diamond on my left ring finger. You could buy the entire trailer park with it. I look at this thing, and I still have money left over to buy a new F-250 to park in front of it.I lean against the plush leather of the limo taking us back to theCaesar Palace, unable to believe the truth, I married him. I'm officially Mrs. Gwen Karas, and tonight is my wedding night, or perhaps to be more accurate, my wedding morning, as it's New Year's Day in Nevada right now too.I look at the man sitting across from me. Creighton Karas.I just married a billionaire. According to the prenuptial agreement I read on the plane during our flight, it made it very clear that those billions are largely to remain his, regardless of the outcome of our marriage. And if things fall apart, I'll have to consult Section 39, subsections (a) to (zz), which lists possible causes of "dissolution" and the accompanying formula, and calculate what I'm going to take away from this union.Almost fifty pag
GWENI hit him.Shit.I hit him.I haven't spanked anyone since I spanked Johnny Dagen on his ass for handing me five bucks and asking if that was enough to buy him a quickie because he heard that's what my mother did. I broke his nose, and he never asked again. I was fifteen at the time. That wasn't the last time someone made me feel like a whore, but I certainly wasn't going to spend any longer in this marriage being treated like one.Burying the memories of a past I'd love to forget, I follow Creighton out of the giant bathroom. Even though he brought me ice, I'm assuming this is when the annulment process begins.I wish I never got out of bed this morning. I need a quiet day.Jesus. Why did I hit him? Something about his condescending tone just pushed me over the edge.I woke up this morning worried about what the record executives and the media were going to say, and he brushed my concerns aside like they were nothing. And then I found out that he's eleven years older than I am,
CREIGHTONFuck if she thinks I'm going to let her get away from me like that, she's crazy. I'll let her get a few steps ahead of me before I follow her into the bedroom.She searches the room, presumably to find the pile of clothes I'd carefully folded after I undressed when we arrived at the hotel. She spots them on the dresser, grabs her jeans and without bothering with panties, pushes one leg up in one motion and pulls them off.“You're not leaving.Gwen's head jerks as she reaches for her bra. Her eyes might as well have been spitting flames from all the heat in them.“Watch me.“That's not acceptable."You mentioned it already." But unfortunately what you didn't mention was the only way this job was for me to give up my career. To give up on my dreams . You won't get it from me. My dreams are all I have left, I have to be patient and I'm not giving them away.I grit my teeth. That's why I was in no hurry to get married again. Because women are completely fucking crazy and irratio
CREIGHTONI'm going to own this woman body, heart and fucking soul.GWENMy first act of complete confidence in Creighton is to board the jet without asking where we're going. He said he'll have me back in Nashville by Wednesday night, and I'm going to take him on faith that he will. A private jet should make it just as easy, I hope. My plan is to start making those songs I owe Monty, but Creighton has other ideas.Once we're traveling at thirty thousand feet, he leads me into the room that makes up the back section of the cabin, and says a word.-Remove.My first instinct is to argue, but with our newfound understanding in my mind, I reach for the hem of my shirt and comply.He reclines on the bed, fully dressed. Once I'm naked, I wait for his next instruction. I thank God I'm self-conscious as he lazily inspects my body. The ten months of being groomed and prodded and changing in front of my mom and every wardrobe consultant on Country Dreams has pretty much stripped me of any modes