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Eyes the color of the rarest sapphires. Lips the shade of cherry blossoms in bloom. The name ‘Mr. Pettifor’ moaned out lustily. Continental breakfast. The front of Xander’s pants tightened around his girth at the thought of his most favorite things in this world. He was hungry – so God damned hungry.

The voices around him droned on and on. Shareholders, equity, market value, mergers and acquisitions… None of it mattered. Maybe tomorrow it would, but right now it didn't. Right now all he wanted was for his tongue to be buried deep inside of Bella's cunt. It had been twelve long, wretched days since he had the pleasure of tasting his deliciously subservient fiancé and feeling her pussy sheathed around his cock. It was un-fucking-acceptable. With both their chaotic schedules, he was lucky to get to see her beautiful face before she left at the ass-crack of dawn.

An irritated glance out the window revealed the sun to be midway in the sky and shining brightly, signaling noontime. He shifted uncomfortably and readjusted himself as he mentally tried to talk his dick down. Interrupting the keynote speaker, he ordered a break in the discussion and watched as everyone filed out slowly while he hastily grabbed his briefcase and called his driver, Dante.

Seated in the backseat of his car, he tapped out a desperate message to Bella.

XP: Can you spare me thirty minutes?
Only a short time later, her response came.
MsDarcy: Are you ok?
XP: I need to see you.
MsDarcy: I’ll meet you in the employee parking lot of Lutheran Med Ctr. in 15 minutes.

He could always count on Bella to get things done in a timely manner. It was her best quality as his personal assistant. Well, not really her best quality, but one of the many that made her indispensable. He sighed miserably. The days when she was his side kick and ran all aspects of his business affairs were long gone. A dozen replacements later only solidified the fact that no one would ever compare to her.

Fifteen minutes later that felt more like a hundred, he waited impatiently in the parking lot of the hospital. After excusing Dante, he loosened his tie and slipped off his suit jacket. Just as he laid it on the seat next to him, Bella’s exquisite form came into view outside the tinted glass of the passenger window. Christ Almighty, she was a sight for sore eyes. He swung the door open widely and hastily pulled her in by her wrist.

“Xander…” is all she got out before he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and hauled her into his embrace, his mouth smashing violently down onto hers.

“No time for talking…” he mumbled against her lips while he pushed her back onto the soft leather beneath them. “I’m hungry,” he panted out, fumbling and tearing at her skirt like a starved man faced with a hearty meal.

Reaching for her panties, he tore at them viciously, shredding the satin and tossing them onto the floorboard. He pushed her knees apart and with no lead-in foreplay, he dove into her pussy, sucking and nipping at her clit as his shaft hardened painfully and strained against his navy blue slacks. The sharp intake of breath heard from her and the thrusting of her hips let him know that she was just as excited as he was. Fingers in his thick, dark hair fisted and twisted, guiding his head as he lapped at every centimeter of her sensitive flesh. He glanced up, their gazes met, held, and a prevailing sense that she was his destiny overwhelmed him. Indigo eyes shining brightly watched him pensively with a devilish smile playing on the corners of her mouth, and her long lashes fluttered wildly when he made lazy circles around her rapidly swelling pearl. It may have been lunchtime, but their version of Continental Breakfast was something he enjoyed all hours of the day.

Inhaling deeply, he savored her distinctive perfumed and aroused scent and his anticipation piqued as he clenched his jaw. Twelve un-fucking-acceptable days. Rising up, he struggled to slow his movements, casually releasing each of the buttons on her blouse, exposing her large, lace-covered breasts. Tugging the fabric down and resting her tits on the shelf of her bra, her nipples hardened, urging him to deliver a wet lick and a ravenous suck to each of them, his mouth popping when he released them. Tendrils of the deepest brown hair framed Bella’s face and he swept them away gently, kissing her forehead, then lips.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, staring up at him longingly.

He narrowed his possessive emerald-green eyes and gave her only the slightest hint of a smile. “You’d better love me. I’m the man you're going to marry.”

“What else?” she smiled as she reached a hand between them to caress his hard-on through his pants. Unsure of her question, he pinched his brows together quizzically. “What else are you going to do to me?” she clarified. “Tell me, Sir.”

A short breathy laugh slipped past his lips. “To start with, I’m going to treat you like the Princess that you are. No amount of money will be spared to give you worldly pleasures.”

She shook her head. “I don’t care about any of that.”

Xander knew she didn’t but it made no difference to him; he was going to make her the Princess of his multi-billion dollar kingdom and lavish her like one. “I’m also going to fuck you like the naughty little minx that you are. Every. Single. Day. No more of this waiting bullshit to have what rightfully belongs to me.” His husky voice dropped an octave. “Is that understood?” Her hand stilled as she pressed her palm against his shaft and her eyes widened. His gaze scanned her body to make sure he had made his point unquestionably clear before settling back on her eyes. “I mean it, Bella. I need you.” When he spoke, his voice betrayed the steely calm that he had worked so hard to maintain.

She nodded compliantly while she moistened her lips, the sparkle and fear in her eyes undeniable. Picking up where she left off, she rubbed his crotch with one hand while the other touched his cheek. An index finger ghosted across his firm lips, her eyes coming into sharp focus on them. “And I need you.”

Sitting up on his knees, he traced the rigid outline of his erect shaft. “That’s right; you do. And you need this too, don’t you?”

Skimming her hands across her breasts, her nipples puckered in response. As she rested her hands on the tops of her thighs, she opened her legs wider, submitting to his unspoken command.

The air around them arced with sexual electricity as Bella closed her eyes and whined, “Yes, I do need it. Please, Mr. Pettifor…”

God, how he loved the sound of his name spoken so passionately and damn if it didn’t have the same effect now as it did the first time he heard it.

“Look at me, Princess,” he whispered as he began to unbuckle the belt around his trim waist causing her to open her eyes. “Watch the man who loves you, fuck you.”

Continental Life, Copyright Ella Dominguez 2014

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Dark... Twisted... Erotic. Two head strong characters. One twisted, psychological game. No winners. Cold and calculating, Victor has found the next victim on his to-do-list. But Elsa proves to be an infuriating challenger when she flips the tables on his selfish and twisted game - a game they both may end up losing their hearts and minds over.

Warning: This is neither a conventional romance nor a traditional love story. There are no hearts and flowers on the pages of this book. The heroine doesn't always make wise choices and though I've tried to make her strong, she's often times weak in the face of the fierce hero. The hero is not a knight in a shining armor. He's broken and frequently cruel, and what every woman in the real world should avoid. What's contained in this book isn't real - it's fiction; dark, depraved and decadent make-believe. This is not a fairy tale love story nor is it a BDSM romance. This is a story about facing the darkness within. The man written within the pages of this book is obsessive, possessive and broken, and he gets off on mind fucking his lovers. He's an anti-hero with an abusive past who often times pushes too hard in his quest to win his own sick game. The fainthearted, closed-minded and squeamish need not read any further. Contains erotic encounters, total power exchange and situations that may elicit discomfort or trigger past memories of abuse. Intended for readers 18+.

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Warning: This is neither a conventional romance nor a traditional love story. There are no hearts and flowers on the pages of this book. The heroine doesn't always make wise choices and though I've tried to make her strong, she's often times weak in the face of the fierce hero. The hero is not a knight in a shining armor. He's broken and frequently cruel, and what every woman in the real world should avoid. What's contained in this book isn't real - it's fiction; dark, depraved and decadent make-believe. This is also not a fairy tale love story nor is it a BDSM romance. This is a story about facing the darkness within. The man written within the pages of this book is obsessive, possessive and broken, and he gets off on mind f#cking his lovers. He's an anti-hero with an abusive past who often times pushes too hard in his quest to win his own sick game. The fainthearted, closed-minded and squeamish need not read any further. Contains detailed sexual encounters, including voyeurism, total power exchange and situations that may trigger past memories of abuse. For mature readers aged 18+

Two head strong characters. One twisted, psychological game. No winners. Cold and calculating, Victor has found the next victim on his to-do-list. But Elsa proves to be an infuriating challenger when she flips the tables on his selfish and twisted game - a game they both may end up losing their hearts and minds over.

Excerpt:
When she arrived at the swanky hotel in downtown Richmond, she found her way to the designated room and knocked. The door opened, and Victor was standing in the threshold with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Guiding her by the shoulders, he walked her into the room and gently eased her down into the chair several feet from the bed.
“To start with, you only get to watch,” his fingertips traced her jawline. “But if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you join in.”
Seating himself on the corner of the bed, Victor loosened his tie, ran his fingers through his hair as he swiveled his head around to ease the tension of his neck, all the while never taking his eyes off of her. What exactly was she going to be watching? Him masturbate? She had seen it before, though not often or to completion… Perhaps a sexy strip-tease for her birthday? She smiled at the mental image. Her lips parted to ask what the big surprise was, but he brought a finger to his mouth to shush her.
A quiet knock on the door startled her.
Rising, he reached the door in three long strides. Secretive voices from behind the door could be heard, the second voice just as masculine as Victor’s but with a different, more distinct tone.
Another man.
Her body stiffened and her heart rate spiked. Would she be double-penetrated? Her belly fluttered at the thought. Closing her eyes, she tried to rein in the nervous energy and dread bubbling to the surface. Next she heard heavy footsteps and the door being closed behind them.
“Open your eyes, Peach,” Victor demanded. “This is all for you.”
Swallowing loudly, she did as she was told.
The image before her was entrancing: two well put together men in a dimly lit room, their shadows dancing on the wall above the bed, both pairs of eyes keenly fixed on her. The scent of their aftershaves mingling along with the smell of her perfume drifted around the room like an erotic cloud, making her feel giddy and frightened. The stranger’s eyes roamed over her body, one of his eyebrows lifting infinitesimally just before he turned his full attention back to Victor and lowered himself to the floor. The man now on his knees was much younger than Victor, but just as tall and lean; eyes hooded, chin squared, longish, sandy blonde hair slicked back. His short fingers deftly unbuckled Mr. Black’s belt, then unhurriedly dragged the zipper of his slacks down, letting the black pants pool at his feet. A wet tongue darted out and glided up the long, thick shaft that she knew well, then back down the length and nibbled at his ball sack.
Green eyes watched her. Victor’s eyes. Or were they Mr. Black’s?
Sucking… Slurping… Two hands twisting around and around Victor’s cock in opposite directions before the mouth that didn’t belong to her engulfed him once more...
She squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache building low in her belly, her hands neatly clasped together and pressed between her legs. His smirk was visible; his amusement, unmistakable. A sharp intake of air through hissed teeth followed by a long sigh ending in a moan set her nerves on edge. Soft guttural noises drowned out the ringing in her ears, his malachite eyes growing needier as the dark-blonde head bobbed up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
So completely mesmerized and turned on, Elsa could barely wrap her brain around how gorgeous the two men looked as they got off on each other and that she was actually given the privilege to watch it. Her lover’s stance widened, his eyes rolled back and his hips thrust forward as the man’s grip tightened and twisted. She hadn’t yet blinked and her eyes became bleary with their image.
All of the male-on-male porn she had watched didn’t compare to what was taking place in front of her. So dirty. So delicious. So intimate. And all for her. Her body jerked when she felt her own fingers inside of her, not realizing her hand had slipped under her skirt.
“Fuck yes…” The voice she had grown addicted to spoke softly as his fingers laced through the blonde’s well-groomed hair. “That’s it, take all of it…” He pushed more of his hardness into the greedy mouth around him.
The words uttered echoed undeniable pleasure; the emotion and arousal behind them she had foolishly convinced herself could only be brought on by her. How wrong she had been to think that her mouth alone could bring him such bliss. Her glassy eyes widened at the site of Victor’s concentrated gaze focused not on her anymore, but on the beautiful man submitting to him.
The man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, stood, quickly removed his pants and bent over the bed while Victor slipped on a condom. Stirring in her chair uncomfortably, her movement went unnoticed and it was as if she had become invisible to them, and that she no longer existed. Victor brusquely forced the man onto all fours on the mattress, leaned down over him and growled something into his ear. The indiscernible words and flesh on flesh contact between the two caused hot, all-consuming jealousy to pump through her veins. She had dreamt of Victor and Jordan and their illicit love affair and imagined this very thing, but now faced with it, all she could see was their blood-red reflection filtered through her heated stare.
Victor was hers to please; hers to submit to. Not this stranger who hadn’t earned the right to be in his presence or experience his domination. Hadn’t been put through the hell that she had with Mr. Black. No. Victor and Mr. Black belonged to her and only her.
With angry, unwanted tears streaming down her cheeks, she wiped them away with the back of her hand, smudging her mascara across her face.
What happened next was a blur as she lunged at the two men. Shoving Victor’s body to the side just as he pushed the head of his cock into the young man’s ass, she knocked him off balance and toward the nightstand causing the lamp to hurtle onto the floor and shatter. Throwing herself at the man who wasn’t worthy of her lover’s attention, she fisted his hair and clawed her nails down his sculpted and muscular back, leaving bright-red welts on his tanned skin. Her voice was unrecognizable in her ears as she screeched obscenities at the top of her lungs. A flurry of movements, intertwined and thrashing limbs sent her tumbling and crashing against the headboard as she wrestled him before she heard an unfamiliar, deep voice booming loudly, “What the fuck?”
Without warning, she was hauled over Mr. Black’s shoulder and plopped back down into the chair she had flown out of. A pair of handcuffs that were sitting on the desk now shackled her wrist to the leg of the small table that was bolted to the wall.
“Take your money and get out,” Victor pointed toward the cash on the bedside table.
“Get your bitch under control!” the man shrieked, his previously perfectly coiffed hair now a tangled mess on his head, his blue eyes blazing with fury.
“Just get the fuck out!” Victor barked as he stood, his rubber-covered, semi-rigid cock slapping his thigh.
Out of breath, Elsa tugged on the restraint, wanting to be free of it and fleeing down the hallway.
The nameless man gathered his clothing and dressed, his eyes occasionally flicking to her as her mind whirled with disjointed thoughts. Just as he stepped toward the door, a condescending smile graced his youthful, clean-shaven face, his eyes darting between her and Victor.
“If you like it rough, maybe we can work something out next time,” he reached for the stack of hundred dollar bills.
The door closed softly behind him and Victor kneeled before her, his eyes revealing his confusion.
“This was meant to be a gift, not a test. I thought you wanted this,” he pushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her eyes.
“I thought I did, too,” she sniffed back tears.
“What changed?”
Realization came slowly as the vision of the handsome man’s mouth around his dick still ricocheted through her mind. “I want all of your orgasms to belong to me.”
Victor was gone in an instant and Mr. Black’s eyes flashed irritation as he pushed himself up and glared down at her. “Selfish bitch,” he grumbled under his breath. “Why the fuck should they when all of yours don’t belong to me?”

Copyright, Ella Dominguez 2015

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