Here’s the blurb…and below that, an excerpt you won’t find in the sample pages!
The second original eBook in the red-hot Enslaved trilogy begins with a dangerous bet that turns good friends into exquisite lovers.
Billionaire BAD Boy Marc Wilde has never met a woman who could fulfill his every need…until he takes his good friend and fellow dominant Mistress Lauren up on a dangerous bet—a bet where she ends up as his sex slave for a week. Can a Dominatrix fall in love with a Dom? Only if she can find a way to submit to Marc’s every desire and be happy about it. Lauren has her doubts…but the flirtation, the friendship, and the sex might be too much for either to resist…
An excerpt from Enamored, Book Two in the Enslaved Trilogy
Copyright 2012 Shoshanna Evers
Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, All Rights Reserved
Maybe she should just safeword out and go home. They could laugh it all off tomorrow and go back to normal—to being just friends, good friends. Best friends.
But the little voice in the back of her head that suggested she might be better off leaving now was silenced when Marc came out of the bathroom . . .
Naked, and hot as hell.
Oh, fuck. His full-sleeve tattoos only intensified her body’s immediate reaction to seeing Marc naked. Not only were his arms tattooed, but his entire back, ankles, and calves were like works of art, painted on a perfectly hard, muscled body.
She swallowed and looked at him, not bothering to hide her staring, not after the way he’d unashamedly watched her strip earlier. His cock was huge, hanging low. Why wasn’t he hard? God knew she was wet with desire already.
“Sorry I took so long,” he said. “I had to let off some steam so I’d be able to focus on you properly.”
Ah. No wonder then—he’d jacked off in the shower.
“I could have helped you with that,” she said.
“But I didn’t ask you to.” He walked toward her, his naked body now mere inches from hers, separated only by the blanket she’d pulled up to her chin. “You keep forgetting, baby. Tonight, I’m calling the shots.”
“Sorry.” I can’t help it, she thought. But she’d never liked it when a sub tried to top from the bottom, so she’d do her best to behave the way she’d want one of her own subs to behave.
“I want to see you again,” he said, and pulled back the covers.
He groaned as if in appreciation, a primal sound that made her feel extremely sexy. “You wear clothing way too often around me, I think.”
“You too,” she laughed. “How come you never told me you had such a big cock?”
Marc laughed and rubbed his shaved head. “I can just imagine that conversation. Hey, Lauren, how’s it going? Fine. That’s cool. By the way, in case you’re interested, I tend to bruise cervixes when I fuck.”
Lauren laughed, glad to hear the Marc she was used to talking again. He’d never spoken to her before the way he did tonight, in that alluring, dominant way. He’d never called her baby before.
It was different, but . . . she kinda liked it.
“Are you still going to tie me up?” she asked. “I mean . . . ack, I keep topping from the bottom. I’ll shut up now.”
He looked at her and cocked his head. “I think you might benefit more from having the ability to move as you please but choosing to position yourself the way I tell you. It’s a lesson in submission.”
“I can’t believe this,” she said. “I’m being trained.”
“Yes,” Marc said. “You are.”
She could do this, she could let Marc train her if that’s what needed to happen. It was just one week. She could survive anything for a week, right? All those times she’d fantasized about being with Marc in bed . . . she was finally here.
Too bad she was on the bottom.
“I just want to put this out there, that this is hard for me.”
“I know.” He slid into the bed next to her, his body warm next to her cool skin, seeming to heat her up. “You think you lost a bet, but I’m going to try to make it so you feel like you won, too.”
“Does that mean I can be in charge?” she asked hopefully, already knowing the answer.
“No. It means you can trust me to take care of you while I’m in charge. You can finally let down that shield that’s surrounded you from the day we met and relax . . . because tonight, you’re mine.”
Desire coursed through her, inexplicable desire. Why would the thought of letting go of her shield do that to her? Her shield kept her safe from men, an invisible force-field that had been up ever since she was fourteen.
But Marc was different. She knew him, she trusted him with her life. And now, she’d trust him with her body.
What Marc didn’t know, though, because she’d never told him—or anyone, for that matter—that while she might be able to give her body to him, she was going to have a very hard time relinquishing the control she kept over everything in her mind.
“Get on your hands and knees, facing me, Lauren.”
Oh my God. This was happening.
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