Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?
Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.
And now, some hot spanking. I don’t have to keep to 8 sentences this week, so I’ve given a good chunk of the action to you here.
“I should be in New York right now,” he replied, shrugging the material from his shoulders then pulling up my jumper, revealing my lack of bra beneath, “but I sent someone else instead. I couldn’t bear being without you for even a moment longer.”
He kissed my neck and I curled my arms around him, revelled in the heat of his body against mine. “I’m so glad you came. You won’t get into trouble for missing your meeting, though, will you?”
“I’m the billionaire boss, sweetheart. I hand out trouble, I don’t get any back. Well, apart from off you. You seem to have a knack for it.”
“Trouble? Me?” I attempted my best innocent look. Greg laughed, the joyful sound prompting my own giggles.
“Yes, you. I should spank you for all the heartache you’ve caused me.”
“Oh, please do.” I bit my lip but the brazen words had escaped before I’d really had time to think about them.
“Cheeky madam,” he exclaimed then sat back on the sofa behind him. After making himself comfortable he patted his lap.
I gulped, danced from foot to foot, and as his stern gaze burned through my resistance I sank down over his lap, fingertips touching the floor one side, my toes the other.
“I have dreamed about this so many times,” he cooed and pulled down my tracksuit bottoms and gave me a light opening slap. “Your arse is fucking perfection, especially once I get a little flush of pink on it.” He stroked my bum lovingly and I really felt cherished. Tears pricked behind my eyes, not with pain but with joy.
He continued the spanks. Rhythmically he increased the force behind each hit until I was squirming in a genuine bid to get away. It really hurt and I sobbed as the tears continued to fall down my cheeks. It might sound like he was abusing me to someone who didn’t understand the way I worked, but he wasn’t. I really needed it. Greg had aroused this need in me, something I hadn’t realised was missing before I met him. I found tThe freedom to cry and let go of all the negativity that had built up inside was incredibly freeing. As the tears dripped, I felt the weight of sorrow within me lessen. On top of that emotional release, I needed the physical pain, because not only was it retribution for my stupidity, it also marked me as his and I wanted that. I wanted to wear my spanked red cheeks like a label proclaiming him to be my master.
“Now that’s perfection.” Greg traced his fingertips over my stinging cheeks, trailing tingles of sharp pain beneath his stubby nails. “And my, you are a naughty, naughty girl,” he continued as he slid his fingers into the heat between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet.”
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