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.
“Why, thank you.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I speak it fairly well, along with a few other languages.” “What else do you speak?”
“Limited Japanese and Chinese, some Spanish, then I’m fairly accomplished at German and French. I’ve always loved languages. I also find people are happier to do business with you if you can talk to them in their own language, or you at least give it a try.”
“Top tip,” I nodded. “And very impressive.”
“Yes,” he whispered, his lips set close to my ear so the man behind couldn’t hear. “I can ask you to fuck me in several different languages.”
My cheeks flushed with heat and I hoped the gondolier was too busy manoeuvring us from the dock to have overheard. “Anyway, back to the topic at hand.” He leant back and I composed myself, though the heat of passion still flowed in my veins. “The other legend of the Bridge of Sighs is so much lovelier and it’s why this good man is directing us towards it now.”
The boat bobbed gently in the water, the long prow splitting it in front of us, and the muscle and pole of the gondolier pushed us forward at a sedate pace. The golden orb of the sun sank over the city and daubed the white walls with oranges and warm yellows. The Bridge of Sighs before us seemed to shine in the light, the corridor of buildings leading us towards the halo that hung so far above the blue canal.
“Local legend has it”—Greg turned towards me as we approached the bridge—“that if a couple kiss in a gondola under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset then their love will last forever.”
I beamed at him, the soft light of sunset bathed us and, as the shadow of the famous bridge covered us, his lips pressed against mine. It felt like magic, the golden sun like fire around us, the shadow of the bridge holding us, the sound of the water and the peace of that moment. I wanted the legend to be true. I’d not even thought about forever with Greg but when he kissed me it became a dream I wanted to achieve.
He pulled back, stroking his hand gently down my arm and smiling, a little hesitantly, a tad unsure. I reached out a hand and cupped his face, wanting to reassure him to make him feel better.
“That’s you and me bound forever then,” I said with a lighthearted giggle. “I hope you’re ready for it.” He nodded and turned his head to kiss the inside of my hand.
“I think I can work with that,” he murmured, “you in bondage to me forever.”
Trust him to twist the romance into something kinky and sexual. Or maybe that was just me, maybe it was what I hoped he meant. I wanted him to tie me down and use me—but maybe not right there, under the nose of a poor working man and half of Venice who’d come out to see the Bridge of Sighs at the most romantic time of the day.
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