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Synopsis
The ghosts of Donovan
"Blade" Brookes' life are closing in on him.
Hardened by an
abusive childhood and haunted by the murder of his fiancé, Blade struggles
against the dark forces threatening to consume him. When he helps
Layla Reed in her hour of need, he has no idea she will be the light to his
darkness. As they spend more time together, he is powerless to fight his
desire for her. Powerless to fight his need for her. However, as
his feelings deepen, he pushes her away, reluctant to drag her into his world.
With enemies coming at him from all directions, Storm MC needing his help
to fight off a rival, and his father still causing him grief, Blade needs the
love of a good woman now more than ever. Can Layla push Blade to the edge
and get him to admit to both of them what he wants? Or will the darkness
pull him under once and for all?
Excerpt
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Donovan pretty much yanked me from his car and into his house. I’d fallen in love with his home the first
time I’d visited. It was very masculine,
in grey and black tones. Very Donovan. Today I hardly had a chance to notice it as
he dragged me through it and into his bedroom.
Fuck, I loved it when he was like this: demanding and bossy as hell.
“You bring it out of me. I’ve
fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never felt it like this before.” He paused for a second before adding, quite
firmly, “Never.”
The ghosts of Donovan
"Blade" Brookes' life are closing in on him.
Hardened by an
abusive childhood and haunted by the murder of his fiancé, Blade struggles
against the dark forces threatening to consume him. When he helps
Layla Reed in her hour of need, he has no idea she will be the light to his
darkness. As they spend more time together, he is powerless to fight his
desire for her. Powerless to fight his need for her. However, as
his feelings deepen, he pushes her away, reluctant to drag her into his world.
With enemies coming at him from all directions, Storm MC needing his help
to fight off a rival, and his father still causing him grief, Blade needs the
love of a good woman now more than ever. Can Layla push Blade to the edge
and get him to admit to both of them what he wants? Or will the darkness
pull him under once and for all?
Excerpt
I remained silent and waited to see how far he’d take this. When his hand moved up the inside of my thigh
and under my skirt, I parted my legs and rested my head against the seat,
closing my eyes. He kept going until he
reached my panties. A moment later, I
moaned as he pushed his finger inside me and went deep, massaging me at the
same time as his thumb played with my clit.
My hands gripped the car seat, and I held on tight. The pleasure from Donovan’s fingers was
intense and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he’d make me come.
“God, your fingers . . . ” My voice trailed off and he pushed harder
inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you got any idea how fucking turned on I am right
now? You’re so fucking ready for my
cock,” he groaned and I could hear his hunger for me.
I reached across and placed my hand on his dick. He wasn’t joking when he said he was turned
on. My eyes flew open, and I pushed his
hand away from me and sat up straight. I
looked out the window and realised we weren’t far from his place. “Take me to your house,” I said.
He frowned. “Why’d you stop
me? I nearly had you there.”
“Because I want you to fuck it out of me,” I answered him and
prodded his arm. “Turn here for your
house. It’s closer than mine.”
“You need to get back for work tonight.”
“Baby, what I need is your cock, so turn the damn car and get me to
your place. We can sort work out after
you’ve fucked me.”
“Fuck,” he growled as he turned the car, “I hope you’re ready for
this.”
***
Donovan pretty much yanked me from his car and into his house. I’d fallen in love with his home the first
time I’d visited. It was very masculine,
in grey and black tones. Very Donovan. Today I hardly had a chance to notice it as
he dragged me through it and into his bedroom.
Fuck, I loved it when he was like this: demanding and bossy as hell.
And intense.
Donovan’s intensity attracted me to him even before he’d rescued me
that night. I’d watched him for a long
time, and while I found him a little scary, I’d wanted to know how that
intensity would translate in the bedroom.
And now I knew – it was hot, and it made me crave his touch like I’d
never craved a man’s touch before.
He got me into his bedroom, pushed me up against the wall, and
shoved his hand straight up my skirt, and into my panties.
Fuck.
His eyes blazed with desire as he growled, “I know you want my dick,
but I need to feel you first.”
I grabbed his face with both hands.
“Make it quick,” I demanded before pulling his lips to mine.
His fingers pushed inside, and he grunted something unintelligible
into my mouth as he kissed and fingered me.
I let his face go so I could reach down and hike my skirt up around my
waist. Then I wrapped one of my legs
around him, and tilted my pussy forward so his fingers could go deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his fingers brought me so much
pleasure. It was too much. I needed his cock now, so I pushed him
away.
He knew what I wanted and began tearing off my clothes. Once he had me naked, he stripped himself
while I stood and enjoyed the show. Then
he picked me up and deposited me on the bed before moving on top of me.
“One day soon, I’m gonna get fucking creative with you, but for the
moment, I just need to get inside you and fuck you,” he said as his cock
entered me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and moved with him. “I don’t need creative, Donovan. I just need you.”
He pulled out and thrust in again.
Over and over, he repeated this and kept up a slow, torturous pace.
His eyes were focused on mine.
Completely.
As if this was his way of communicating with me.
And I felt that; I felt what he wasn’t saying.
It seemed like he fucked me for an eternity. He brought me close, then backed off, then
repeated this over and over. By the time
I came, I was in a delirious state of bliss.
My body was not my own anymore, it was Donovan’s, and I simply moved
with him while he skilfully controlled me.
My eyes were shut, and my mind and body lit up with the pleasure
from my orgasm. I screamed out Donovan’s
name at almost the same time that his body tensed and he roared with his
release.
I clung to him tightly as the last drops of pleasure rushed through
me, until I eventually let go, and murmured, “You sure know what you’re doing,
don’t you?”
He stared at me for a couple of beats before saying, “It’s you,
baby.”
“What’s me?” I was still half
delirious from the orgasm, but I sensed something in his words and struggled to
fight through the haze to grasp what he was saying.
“You bring it out of me. I’ve
fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never felt it like this before.” He paused for a second before adding, quite
firmly, “Never.”
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