Taken
Voyeur
#1
By Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2017
Synopsis
I was drugged.
Now, I've woken
up in a dark, luscious room.
A deviant
playground.
I'm not alone.
The person that
was drugged and taken with me is here, too.
My confidant.
Someone that I
had come to see as a brother.
My best friend.
Suddenly,
there's a voice coming through the speakers, telling us we've both been chosen
to die.
The only way
out? Do everything we're told to do.
This person
wants to watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, "I want to
see you come."
It's simple:
either we f*ck, or die.
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Excerpt
Sweat beads at
my brow as the breath whooshes out of me. I’m bent over, arms dangling
down. Beneath me, the most delicious, hardest length I’ve ever felt presses
into my mound. I want to rock against it.
I can’t move.
He won’t let me.
He keeps me like
this, draped over his lap, immobile.
The sound of a
strike reverberates throughout the room, but silence remains. No noise. It
isn’t allowed.
Moisture drips
from my every pore, and yet, I’m focused on this one drop as it gathers at the
center of my forehead. Becomes bigger.
Everything’s out
of control.
Crazed.
Hyper-awareness
consumes my every breath.
I count to ten
and it falls to the ground.
A small splat no
one will ever hear. And yet, I do. The sound as it hits the floor causes my
breathing to stutter and skin to prickle with goose bumps.
“The last ten,
love,” Noah whispers, his hand massaging the heated flesh beneath his
fingertips. It hurts, but the pain is replaced by a yearning so strong that I
whimper in his lap.
Like a bitch in
heat I arch and ask for more.
His touch.
His desire.
To make this
burning within my veins stop.
With one hand he
gathers the hair at my nape and forces my head back. A harsh tug—I’m in his
control—forces my eyes to his. Hooded dark blue eyes look at me with concern,
but behind their depths I see another emotion burning.
Lust.
His want mirrors
my own. This perversion is awakening something darker from within. It
grows—chokes us, because behind it all we were meant to end up like this. My
body at his hands. In his control.
Those hungry
eyes look at me. Silent communication. Are you okay?
I blink back a
please and the asshole smirks. Aware of what I need even as my mind fights the
sins I have laid bare to his eyes.
My release is so
close. A fresh round of arousal drips from my core and onto his boxers.
I’m positioned
over his lap, ass up, and the very tip of his cock is against my hip. He’s
hard. Jerks against me when I gyrate against his length.
“Please,” I beg
aloud this time and his hold on my hair tightens. The hand kneading my ass
cheek spreads me open to look at my depravity. At what his own hands have
caused.
That thong, that
minuscule piece of fabric, can’t hide what this game is doing to me. The
evidence, slick and inviting, is on his lap.
I shift against
his cock and he hisses. “Be still!”
A crackle
follows his command and we both shiver. Each time it appears, things change,
become more.
Dangerous.
Frantic.
Wicked.
“Very good my
pets, but the audience wants more. Lose the panties, but without her standing up.
Be creative, and there will be a reward.”
I exhale
shakily. “Do it.”
“Are you sure?”
As the word leave his lips, those same fingers that a minute ago exposed me to
his eyes, now hold my panties in his grip. He doesn’t wait for a reply. A
tug follows his question, the sound of fabric stretching meets my ears, and I nod.
Another pull and
I feel every welt that forms on my skin from the rough treatment. The sole
sounds in the room are his harsh breathing and mine. Loud exertion, but at the
same time desperate for more.
What else could
I say? No. Please don’t?
It would’ve been
a bullshit lie and we both know it. The voice commands and we follow. It asks
and we accept our fate.
There’s a sick
part of me that relishes in this madness. Craves him. My Noah.
We have been
dealt our cards; there is no escape. We must accept our fate.
Either we fuck
each other, or we die.
Elena M. Reyes
Elena M. Reyes
was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if
she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small
child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to
island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her
first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class
was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on
what they’d learned.
Her passion for
reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until
she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She
now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down
time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
N. Isabelle Blanco
N. Isabelle
Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series
with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination
with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the
time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her
obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
That is, until
coffee came a long and took over everything else.
Nowadays, N.
spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her
characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them
under control.
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