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Ray wraps
his arms around me and holds me tight as if something terrible has happened and
he doesn't want to let me go.
Full
Contact. This is how Ray speaks when his emotions overwhelm him. I melt into
his stillness. His body is hot and hard, his breath warm on my neck. He smells
of leather and sweat, sex and sin. Nothing can tear me away.
When you
can't resist the one person who could destroy you...
Sia O'Donnell can't help
but push the limits. She secretly attends every underground MMA fight featuring
The Predator, the undisputed champion. When he stalks his prey in the ring, Sia
is mesmerized. He is dominant and dangerous and every instinct tells her to
run.
Every beautiful thing Ray
"The Predator" touches he knows he'll eventually destroy. Soft, sweet
and innocent, Sia is the light to Ray's darkness-and completely irresistible.
From the moment he lays eyes on her, he knows he's going to have to put his
dark past behind him to win her body and soul.
“Clothes off and prepare to be searched.” His voice is warm, lush, and filled with sensual promise. But I am oh so aware that, dominant as he is, he’s mindful of my issue with being undressed. A warm, fluttery feeling spreads from my belly, beating back the memories.
“Help
me.”
And he
does. His hands over my hands, we slide my shirt and bra up and over my head,
his fingers tangling with mine, caressing my body as I am bared for his
pleasure. When we get to my shoulders, I raise my arms and Ray takes over. Slow
and sensual, his fingers glide over my skin, filling me with the sensation of
his touch. When he reaches my hands, he yanks the clothing over my head and
tosses it to the floor with a victory growl.
“Back in
position.” He smooths his hands down my arms and places my palms against the
cool metal surface of the shop wall. And then he is everywhere, his hands
roaming over my body, setting fire to my skin. When he has thoroughly touched
and kissed every inch of my exposed skin, he tugs out my ponytail holder. My
hair fans out across my back in a silken wave.
“Fuck. I
love your hair.” He strokes his fingers through the strands. “Don’t put it up
when you’re with me.”
“Guess
that means I won’t be with you when I’m exercising or doing ink.” With a grin,
I look back over my shoulder, but my smile fades at the intensity of his stare.
“You know
what I do to girls who give me attitude?” He kicks my legs apart, then smooths
his hand over my ass.
Desire, dark and delicious, curls through my
body. “What do you do?”
His hand
tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “I spank them.”
I make a
soft sound, deep in my throat. Morbid fascination, dan- gerous
desire—everything I’ve imagined but never thought could be real, he offers with
a brush of his fingertips. “I’ve never been spanked,” I whisper. “But I think I
might like it.”
His deep,
satisfied rumble pulses between my legs. “You’re gonna kill me, sayin’ things
like that.” He circles my waist with his hands, his fingers lingering on the
waistband of my jeans, skimming along the inside, his touch an erotic tickle
that makes me writhe against him.
“Don’t
move.”
“Then
don’t do things that make me want to push you to the ground and tear off your
clothes.”
He
chuckles, amused. “We’ll get to that later. Right now, you’re taking off your
jeans and I’m gonna help you, like last time.”
With a
vicious tug, he reaches around and opens the zipper, then positions my hands on
my hips and covers them with his palms, guiding me as I push down my jeans.
Although he is working around my trigger, he is still totally in control, and I
tremble, overwhelmed with the knowledge that for the first time, I can have
what I want without the past getting in the way.
He
crouches beside me, offering his shoulder as I toe off my shoes and kick my
jeans away. Then he licks his lips and barks, “Back to the wall.”
My mouth
waters at his tone—low, commanding, authoritative. Intensely erotic. He is so
unlike any man I have ever been with. I turn without thinking, curiosity
overriding reticence and my fear of losing control.
Crouched
in front of me, Ray glides his hands up my legs, his fingers drawing lazy
circles over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, turning my thoughts to the
throbbing between my legs. Unable to resist, I run my hands through the soft
fuzz on his head.
He looks up,
his eyes hooded with desire, then stands, dwarfing me with his massive body.
With one hand pressed against the wall beside me, he glides a finger along the
edge of my silky red panties, his lips curling into a satisfied smile when I
whimper.
“You like
red panties?”
“I like
what’s hidden by red panties.” His naughty finger glides over my mound,
brushing over the thin slip of fabric covering my aching clit. My breath
catches in my throat, and I arch my back and moan.
“You want
more?” His voice rumbles in my ear as he slides his hand down to cup my sex.
“Yes.”
He wraps
one arm around my waist, pulling my body against him. Then he kicks my legs
apart.
“Open for
me.”
Redemption
Series Reading Order
Against
the Ropes (Book One)
In Your
Corner (Book Two)
New York Times
and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled abroad
before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a
home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance and
romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame
them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series,
and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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