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Imminent Conquest Purchase |
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Nicole Harris had fallen in love once - with a murderer. She won't make the same mistake twice. . . or will she? Michael Karlisi returns, seeking ultimate revenge. When the body is fevered, and the nights are long, making love might just be what a woman needs to force her to forget the past . . . | |
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Excerpt: The morning had started with all the promise of an early summer day a young woman could dream of. Nicole Harris twined her arms around her lover's neck and nuzzled his cheek. Dozens of birds trilled in the trees overhead. The sunlight momentarily chased away most of the lingering shadows from the secluded meadow, fragrant with tiny, colorful blossoms. "Stop tormenting me, woman," James Carmichael snarled good-naturedly, conquering her lips with a rough force she could only have wished for days earlier. He nibbled on the moist, smooth skin, urging her lips to part. His tongue edged along her teeth, conquering, forcing his indomitable will on her. She was wet with longing for him and no longer cared that someone might be watching from their chalet tucked away in the mountains. The sky was perfectly cloudless and the sapphire blue lake reflected the tall pine trees. Teasing him to flaunt his male strength, she slipped out from under him and ran. Her heart beat faster as she listened to the sound of his shoes slapping the ground. She loved the thrill of the chase, which made her feel ultra feminine and powerful over this man. When she felt his strapping arms around her waist, she fell to the newly grown grass. She panted for air, and for mercy. "Will you marry me?" he asked, surprising her into stunned speechlessness. She had expected a proposal, but not so soon. He loomed above her, dressed in nothing more than a pair of tight-fitting black shorts. "Yes!" she breathed, flattered such a rich, intelligent, devilishly sexy man would want her for his wife. He leaned over her, his bulging erection pressed against the flat of her stomach. "You can have anything you want. As big a wedding as you want with ten bridesmaids, a five-tiered wedding cake and as lovely a wedding dress as you want." "I don't want any of those things. Just you," she murmured, pressing a light kiss on the tip of his aristocratic nose. Her hand strayed to his broad chest where a few blonde hairs nestled. She toyed with the soft curls. "I only want you, but not for what you think." His blue eyes, the color of the lake nearby, twinkled mischievously. Disappointment shot through her. "What are you saying?" "I want you for all of you'your luscious breasts, your pussy, your satin soft skin. All of you." "What did you think I was giving you?" "I want everything, Nicole. Your mind, your soul and your body. Everything." She scowled, but couldn't prevent a tiny smile. "What's so hard about that?" "Remember the other day when I tied you to the bed?" Nicole nodded, wondering where his questioning was leading. That had been the first time he had persuaded her to accept his rough lovemaking. "That signified you will submit to me in all things. As a wife should." She giggled. "You make that sound as if it's something I don't want." "We might end up arguing at times. It would be good for you to remember that." She knew better than to label James as a power freak. He was sensitive, gentle and always attentive to her needs'the ideal mate. There was no sense of an ominous shadow above them. "Let's not worry about those things now. Can you just fuck me, the way you like?" The way he had taught her to enjoy, she admitted silently. His smile was like the discovery of gold in a barren desert. "Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" She nodded, unwilling to think about anything but her desire for him'that desire that wreaked havoc with her rational thoughts. "I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please. Fuck me." He dragged her to her feet, his expression focused on whatever he had in mind for her pleasure. "I want to eat you, starting at your toes, traveling up your ankles'" "Don't tell me," she cried out. "Just do it!" He backed her against the thin trunk of a tree. "Lie down with your head at the base of the tree, then put your hands above your head." With a tiny shiver of apprehension, she did as she was told, placing her hands against the rough bark. This was a consensual game, one they both enjoyed. She was his love slave. James reached behind her head and untied the pretty pink ribbon holding her hair up in a ponytail. "Do you always come prepared?" She giggled. "If I had known, I would have used something else, oh captor of mine." Her nipples peaked into tight buds at the light touch of his hands on hers as he circled the ribbon around her hands. Unable to imagine what delight he had in store for her, she allowed him to bind her wrists together. "Look at me," he ordered in a harsh, gravelly voice he rarely used with her. Her clit hardened and her juices dampened the crotch of her white panties. She gazed into his face and saw the deep love he had for her reflected in those pools of sapphire. "You trust me that I won't hurt you, right?" |