The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long?
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“Your sister is a party girl,” I reply to Ethan, and he stops walking. “She loves a good party, doesn’t she? She’s always in the clubs, always at some baller’s home…she’s really popular with the athletes.”
Ethan turns to me and I feel the anger in his eyes. I glance down to see one fist curl up into a tight ball and he quickly releases it before he realizes I’m watching him. “Be very careful, Page.”
I hold up my hands in defense. “I haven’t said anything wrong. I just said what is widely known. I have many followers on social media but Makayla? That’s her name. She has a ton. Like six figures.” I whistle. “Man, I could never be that popular.”
Ethan walks closer to me and is stopped by his partner. I look at my fingernails and continue. “I also hear she’s a bit of a peddler herself. She likes to party. A white girl is peddling white girl and egg rolls.” I shake my head. “Now, you would think that because you’re in the police department, everyone in your family would lean a certain way. You know the good old bullshit ‘stand for the cops,’ ‘blue lives matter,’ all that. Yet, even though your sister is known to have drugs on her at any given time, you don’t pay attention to that. I guess coming after the son of a well-known senator would make headlines, wouldn’t it? Get you that promotion. Get that Oprah sit-down and ask people how hard it was to choose between your career and your new family?” I lock eyes with Ethan. “And at what cost are you willing to pay for that?”
Ethan lunges at me, and I shake my head. “Temper, temper.”
“You wouldn’t destroy everything Taylor worked for just to get back at me, Page.” Ethan smiles. “You wouldn’t be that stupid. Or are you?”
I nod toward him as I stand up, and my attorney follows. “We both know Taylor left me, so that little guilt trip you pulled wouldn’t do shit.” I button my suit. “But here’s a riddle I want you to think long and hard about….” I walk up towards him, and people are standing between us in case one of us acts a fool, and it’s not me. “…what do you think will get your sister addicted the quickest? My product or my dick?” Ethan lunges toward me, and I blow him a kiss. “You have a beautiful day, detective.”
But it’s been a little crazy in my offline world and I figured why not.
So, this is something different – A D’Amato Brother book that is exclusively available on Kindle Vella. Yes, Kindle Vella! I’ll upload an episode a week (the first two are readily available) and that’s it. Eventually, this book will be on Kindle Unlimited.
So, I hope you enjoy! xoxoxo
Blurb:
She knew Nick D’Amato. She did not know Saint Nick.
When Zerrin Campbell-D’Amato discovers an illicit secret about her husband, she doesn’t feel jealous or betrayed. Instead, she feels intense arousal. She also knows her husband is reluctant to fulfill a new request unless she asks.
Professor Nick D’Amato is renowned as Saint Nick, one of the best Doms in the world. He’d trained many submissive and Doms and was well-respected. When his wife discovers his secret, he wonders if she can handle everything she asks for.
Tesoro Mio is an erotic novella that continues To Love and Obey. It’s about trust, love, and the Dom/sub dynamic.
Snippet:
Whitney told Zerrin about a time before Nick married her and what He used to do. He’d tied her against a wooden plank and fucked her until her throat was raw from screaming. He devised a creative use for nipple clamps and used them to pry her cunt open. It seemed Nick didn’t hold back and gave it to Whitney as complex and intense as she could take it.
With Zerrin, however, Nick changed his tune. He was aggressive in bed, but it was never violent. Sure, he’d spanked and flogged her, but it was never intentionally painful. He never tried to harm her.
Now, Zerrin wanted Nick to torment her.
She didn’t want to admit she was aroused and jealous by how aggressive her husband could be. She’d heard of stories of His reputation with other submissives and how passionate He was with every implement He’d used. One submissive recalled how Nick flogged her to classical music, striking her with every chord played.
Another submissive recounted how Nick and Scott double-teamed a submissive; one licked her pussy until she climaxed five times while the other fucked her face. When they were done, they shot all over the sub’s face as she greedily sucked them off.
Last, one submissive recalled a time Nick gave an anal sex demonstration at The Boundary and nearly every woman in the audience wanted Nick to practice on her next.
The Saint Nick persona was wholly different and hidden from the rest of the D’Amato brood. Nick took great pains to ensure his privacy and that of others who’d serviced Him. Zerrin didn’t mind that it was their sexy little secret and relished how she served Him without speaking. She did everything He’d requested of her, with no questions asked.
Now Zerrin had one of the biggest questions of her own.
She shifted her stance and fumbled with the pearl necklace around her neck. Nick’s gaze was intense, smoldering, and cut straight to her soul. She swallowed her emotions and took a small breath as a sensual current passed between them. He would do it if she requested Nick to be rough with her.
The real question was: would she be able to handle it?
Zerrin held Nick’s smoldering gaze and swallowed. Her body hummed, and she cleared her throat to quiet it. She felt her pulse skyrocket and the feeling of want in her panties. She hadn’t had that feeling in…well, when was the last time she had that feeling?
There was a saying that it takes the wrong man to bring out the absolute worst in a woman. The expression neglected to mention that sometimes it takes the right man to do the same.
A/N: Still no word on when this will be released but it’ll happen probably around the first week of September.
Blurb:
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long?
Snippet:
“Well?” She asks as I remain silent. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“Congrats,” my voice is flat. Not sure what she thought I was going to say. It took a lot for me to say that much.
She’s silent for a long while before she speaks again. “Wow,” she sips her wine and shakes her head, “I thought you would be happier than that. Shame on me.”
“I’m happy you found someone. There, I said it.” I swallow. “I’m not sure what else you want me to say. You know what happened on the day of Mia’s birth, and yet, that didn’t stop you from being with him.” I shrug. “So, congrats to you both.”
“Oh, screw you, Cameron,” Jamie shakes her head at me. “You have a lot of nerve to act like I’m the reason you were arrested on your daughter’s birth.”
“I’m not blaming you for the arrest,” I counter, “I’m blaming you for choosing him over family. That’s what I’m blaming you for.”
“Fuck you, Cameron.” She leans over, and I see the anger in her eyes. “Let’s not forget what you did!”
“And what did I do?” I challenge her.
“Oh, we’re playing this game?” She removes her napkin and slams it on the table.
“Yes, we are.” I talk over her.
“Fine, I’ll bite.” She stares me down. “Let’s talk about how you brought home Dad’s mistress as your new girlfriend to dinner, Cam. Do you want to talk about that? How that woman kept making comments all night, and Mom just had to take it?
“Do you know what that did to Mom when you pulled that stunt, Cam?” Her voice is cracking, and Jamie’s on the verge of angry tears. “Mom cried for hours, Cam! You might think it was funny that you’re bringing home the same woman Dad banged in his office, but for Mom, it was much more than that. Jacqueline did something to Mom that night. She destroyed her. ‘I fucked your husband and now your son, too, bitch.’” Jamie pauses and looks away. She takes a few deep breaths as she collects her thoughts. She turns back to me with fire in her eyes. “Jacqueline wanted to be Mom. She wanted her position, her power, her everything. When Dad ended the affair, you honestly thought Jacqueline just took it quietly? No, she went for the next best thing! You!”
“You think I have no idea about any of this?” I’m trying in vain to restrain the anger and I’m not sure I’m doing a good job of it. “I know what Jackie did. I also know how she was trying to screw me as she was screwing me. She stole money from me, and she was trying to steal property from me as well. If I didn’t stop her, she was going to going to wreak havoc until she got what she wanted. She wanted to destroy our family, Jamie. I know it’s not something you want to hear, but me sleeping with her stopped all that.”
“It didn’t stop a damn thing,” Jamie screeches, “all it did was give her more perceived power. She went to the same women’s group as Mom did. The same brunches. The same teas. Mom had to see her every chance Jacqueline got for years, Cam! She threw it in Mom’s face, and there was nothing she could do about it! Sure, she told her friends, and they could only do so much before Jacqueline started fucking their husbands, and they had no choice but to allow her in.”
“Is your anger really towards me?” I ask her with a slight cock of my head. “Because it sounds like Daddy issues.”
Jamie sips her wine and swirls the liquid as she contemplates if she wants to throw it at me. “See, you don’t like me because I see right through you. I see everything. I see the hurt, the insecurities, and the reckless taste for power. Taylor only sees the shiny part and thinks that’s how everything will always be. You always wanted a puppy to play with, and you got one in Taylor.”
I love my sister dearly, but she’s not above getting murdered in the worst way possible. I’ll move heaven and earth for Taylor, and likening her to a lovesick animal is beyond reproach. “Watch your mouth, and that is the last time I will say that.”
She smiles at me and shakes her head. “Your girlfriend is brainwashed by you. You have her believe that you are her only saving grace. Her mother’s, her lawyer’s, and her father’s deaths were completely out of your hands. And if she’s with you, she’ll be protected. Sure, she did that silly-ass kidnapping thing, but it made you a bigger mark.”
“And you know what, James?” I call her by the nickname she’s always loathed. “I can say the same thing about you and Ethan. You honestly think he’s with you because he loves you, or he wants another way to get back at our family, and fucking you was the smartest way?”
Jamie is holding back because she knows if she even does what she’s thinking about, I’ll have her murder look like an unfortunate suicide. She looks away and shakes her head again. “You are with someone public, Cameron. You’re not dating someone who has no social media profile and can keep to herself; like that would make any difference. You’re dating someone well-known not just in Atlanta but worldwide. And now you two have a child together. So, Taylor is no longer the target, which is great for you both but guess who is? Mia.” Jamie leans in closer to me. “The moment something happens to Mia, Taylor is gone for good, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do to get her back.”
“Then I guess your little boyfriend better play nice,” I warn her, “because if he’s the reason I can’t protect Mia and Taylor, you both will feel my fucking wrath.”
I haven’t nailed down a release date, but it’ll be very soon. More details to come. It won’t be available on Kindle Unlimited, but it’ll be a wide release – Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and regular degular Kindle.
Blurb:
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to finally break free from him. But now the question is, for how long?
A brand spanking new erotic short was just released today! Here are the deets:
Blurb:
They thought they could quit each other. They thought wrong.
Quinn “The Answer” Riordan is one of the Dodgers’ best pitchers, throwing a mind-staggering 100 mph regularly. While pitching is a breeze for him, it’s a certain trainer that makes him confused.
Bobbi Gibson is the Dodgers’ newest physical trainer. After a brief dalliance with Quinn, she decided she’ll never get involved with another athlete ever again. And then one night occurred.
Triple Play is a short erotic story that deals with rekindled romance. It is an offshoot of Stealing Home.
Snippet:
“So, let’s cut to the chase,” Quinn chalked his stick, “why do you hate me?”
Bobbi almost snorted beer. “What?”
“I figured now’s the time to get it all out.” He shrugged as he watched her lean over for the break shot. He tried very hard to focus on her shot and not her ass. “I have an idea but I really don’t.”
Bobbi turned to him. “Are you serious?”
Quinn met eyes with her. “As cancer.” He put a ball away in the corner pocket.
Bobbi stared into Quinn’s deep blue eyes. Normally, she would’ve been in a puddle of emotion, but she wanted to read his emotions. “If I ask you when was the last time you had sex, what will the answer be?”
Quinn maintained a poker face and swallowed. “That’s not a fair question, Bobbi. It’s been months since we…”
“Since you led me on and acted like I didn’t exist?” She nodded. She realized she could’ve been at home binge-watching Love is Blind. On second thought, maybe she could sign up for the show. Her luck with men would clearly be better than what was happening in front of her. “Got it.”
Quinn stared at Bobbi for a long moment. She was so damn sexy when she was mad. “Can I ask you the same or is that not allowed?”
Bobbi circled the pool table and sunk in another ball. “You never did answer the question.”
Quinn didn’t want to. “There was someone, yes.” He admitted. “It happened and that was it.” He took a pull from his beer and he watched her miss a shot. “You?”
Bobbi thought about what she wanted to say. She had a moment of weakness and called up someone who was disastrous in every form except the bedroom. All she needed was to get broken off a little and that was that.
In all honesty, it was truly none of Quinn’s business but if they needed to work through everything if they wanted to have a great season. They were being blatantly honest with each other, almost to the point of hurtful – her more than him. “Yes.”
Quinn felt his gut wretch with anger and jealousy but he maintained his cool. “Someone I know?”
“Why?” Bobbi ate a cheese fry. “So, you can hit him with a fastball?”
“You know what? That’s an excellent idea.” He nodded as he made a shot. “I will keep that in mind.”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Bobbi replied, damn well knowing Quinn would. He may have played the cheeseball character to a fault but she knew everyone had their limits. “You love baseball too much to get in trouble and fined like that.”
“Give me a reason and I most certainly would.” He sunk another shot. “It’ll be a small price to pay but I’ll do it.” He missed a shot. He walked up to Bobbi and stood before her. “So, it’s someone from the League?”
Bobbi noticed how Quinn’s blue eyes softened. She suddenly remembered how tense they became when he was inside of her, on top of her. She swallowed. “I didn’t say that.”
He brushed a wayward hair from her face. “You didn’t have to.”
I tried to stay away from him, but I just couldn’t. The way he moves, the way he runs things, and the way he loves me. He chose the streets over me, and I’m a mistress to his money.
I knew him as Cameron, but the streets knew him as Finesse.
I chose to make Finesse exclusive on Kindle Unlimited for the summer! If you have Kindle Unlimited, go check out Finesse!
xoxoxo
Blurb:
Caught between choosing me and running his empire, I knew which way he would lean. He was the most powerful man in East Atlanta and I was his. He laced me up with the finest and I never had to ask for anything; it was just given to me.
With every corner on lock, my mind couldn’t ignore the destruction and devastation he’d caused even in his own family. My body yearned to have him and every lonely night was a reminder of what was.
He promised he would take care of me forever as long as I looked the other way. The other way, however, is harder to look at if blood splatters your feet.
I knew him as Cameron but the world knew him as Finesse.
Snippet:
I thought my heart would be pounding and racing, but it’s not. I’m safe. I’m happy. And I’m with my man. I place my palm on his heart and feel how it’s rapidly beating, like he just ran a marathon. Yet, he’s so calm, cool, and collected.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” He studies my eyes as he softly blinks.
“Are you okay?” I ask and he nods. “Your heart is racing.”
His brown eyes softened a bit, but I still see a vein firmly popped out of his neck. His face may say one emotion but the rest of his body says something opposite. “Had a tense meeting but I’m better now.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I purr in response.
What meeting could Cameron’d have forty thousand feet in the air? “Okay,” Cameron is dropping the subject and in turn, so do I. “What are we going to do in New York?”
“Whatever you want. I have a few places I want to take you.” He interlocks fingers with mine. “We’re going to meet up with some friends later and then we’ll have the whole weekend to ourselves and whatever you want to do.”
“Sounds wonderful.” Cameron wraps his arm around my back and rubs it.
His hands are warm and soft and I feel so secure with him holding me. I feel protected like he would never let anything come to harm me. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, but I never had the opportunity, neither.
“How much longer do we have until we land?” I ask.
“About three hours or so.” His eyes are closed and he looks super comfortable.
“Okay.” I pause and wonder if I’m really about to do what I’m leaning towards. I decide YOLO. “Cam?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve never sucked dick before.”
Cameron’s eyes slowly open and he just stares at me with obvious question marks behind the irises. “Okay.”
“I’m just saying if you’re expecting me to be an expert, I’m not. I just…” My eyes look everywhere but Cameron’s face since he’s boring holes into my body. “…I don’t want you to get back to the hotel and think I’m going to be some porn star and blow you away in bed because I’m not.”
Cameron gently grabs my face and pulls me to his gaze. “I have no expectations of you, Tay. I told you this was a no-pressure weekend and I still stand by that.”
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I held. “Okay. I just wanted you to realize what the deal was.”
“I understand.” He pauses. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?”
A weird swirl of emotions course through my body. Anticipation, nervousness, arousal, and surprisingly, delirium. My head is spinning, yet I don’t feel dizzy. “No, I haven’t.”
“Would you like it if I did it for you?” He asks.
I let out another breath. It seems like there’s no right answer to that. “Right here? Right now?”
“Why not? It’s just us, the pilots and steward.” He smiles that wonderful smile at me.
“They could hear us,” I thought about my words and quickly correct. “They can hear me.”
Cameron’s lips upturn into a sensuous smile. “I hope so.” He rolls on top of me and kisses me, tasting my mouth and playing with my tongue. My legs naturally open wide for him as if they’re giving him permission to do whatever he wants before I say it.
He kisses down my body, briefly lifting up my shirt to kiss my navel before he begins to unbuckle my jeans. He pulls them down my thick thighs and tosses them behind him. Cameron spreads my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs and rests his head on one as he just stares at my pink panties.
My breath is caught in my throat as I wonder what is he going to do next. It’s like I know what’s coming, but I also don’t know and the anticipation kills me. What is his licking game like? Does he take his time? Does he want to just get it over with? Or is he just a tease?
I quickly find out my answer when Cameron motions to pull down my panties and I lift up my hips to give him access. Now he sees all of me. I’m at my most vulnerable state and he knows it. He smiles at my pussy and licks his lips. “Beautiful.”
Did he just say I have a beautiful pussy?
He motions for me to turn over and I do so I’m laying on my stomach. “Bend over on your knees.” He orders and I comply. He gets underneath me so my pussy is directly above his lips and he wraps his arms around my waist. Cameron lowers me down.
And he licks me to glory.
My nails dig into the pillows as I try to muffle my screams. His tongue parts between my folds and sucks on my clit before he swipes his tongue up and down on it, zeroing in on the pleasure. Cameron’s tongue is long and pointy as he flicks back and forth on my clit.
He hit me with the head plus finger combo. One finger was inside my pussy, massaging it as his other hand wrapped around my ass so I couldn’t go anywhere. I came hard and he kept going as if he had something to prove to me.
“Oh fuck!” I scream as I ride his tongue. He licks me deeper and faster, wanting me to come all over his face, and daring me to stop him. My toes curl, my back stiffens, and the orgasm seizes my body.
I writhe and cry as I collapse on the bed as Cameron continues his assault on my swollen flesh. The orgasm is violent, convulsing my body until I’m out of breath. Cameron sucks on my clit again and I come again, screaming his name.
Cameron moved from underneath me and his weight left me. My body already missed him, but I didn’t have to wait for long. I looked over and saw Cameron get a condom out of the nightstand. He quickly removed his jeans and breath leaves me as I stare down at his cock.
He’s not a massive guy, but he’s thick, long, and beautiful. His body is completely streamlined, and he’s actually much more muscular than I thought he would’ve been. He’s perfect, really.
He sheaths his hardened cock and climbs on the bed. Lust is written all over his face. His brown eyes darkened and I could tell Cameron was doing everything to remain in control. “I’ll be gentle and I’ll go slow at first.” It’s a warning.
I quickly remove my shirt and bra and spread my legs. Something animalistic comes out of me and I feel my heart pounding against my chest. I want to feel all of Cameron, make him lose control as he did with me. I want to own his body and his soul.
He spread himself on top of me and opened my legs. I’m pinned underneath him, trapped. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to see what this man can do. I want him to own this pussy like it was made for him.
Cameron softly kisses me before he rams into me, balls-deep to the hilt. I gasped. He was thick, big, and so fucking deep inside me. My pussy quivers along the length of his cock, relishing him as Cameron fills me.
“Damn it, Tay.” He leans down and touches my forehead with his. He takes a couple of swallows and thrusts deep inside me. Pleasure flowed through my body with each thrust as he groaned my name and claimed me as his.
We stole kisses from each other between moans. His hands and fingers were all over my body, grabbing my hips, pinching my nipples, and interlocked with my fingers. His eyes focused on me, encouraging me to come again and release everything to him.
Sweat coated our bodies as we rocked together. I felt another orgasm approaching as my pussy tightened around his cock, encouraging Cameron to fuck me deeper than before. My body tightened and I felt the coils of an orgasm approaching. I wanted to put it off but I didn’t know how much longer.
“Come, Taylor.” Cameron ordered. “I want you to come all over my dick.”
My back arched off the bed as I came with a loud cry and slammed back down. Cameron thrust harder inside me, slamming his hips against mine before he emptied into the condom.
Cameron collapsed on top of me and gently kissed me as our bodies wrapped around each other in an entangled mess. I don’t know how long we’ve laid like that. All I do know I didn’t want to let Cameron go ever.
“I only told you I didn’t know how to suck dick,” I whispered to him.
Cameron softly laughed and kissed me. “There’ll be a lesson for that later.”
Finesse is exclusively available on Amazon for the summer.
Wifey (Finesse #2) is available everywhere.
A Boy is a Gun (Finesse #3) will be out this fall.
I should probably update the cover about it being the conclusion, lmaoooooo.
It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.
Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.
I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.
He did. With a vengeance.
Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.
Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.
Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.
Snippet:
Soul’s back is facing me and he’s leaned over the glass window, resting his head on his forearm. I stop and stare at him for a moment and not say a word. What could I say? Am I allowed to talk? What’s the new protocol around here?
Instead, I stay within the moment. I feel his power, strength, and energy around me. This man is something addictive and I feel my body become so aware of the moment. My breasts become heavy and full. My nipples hardened and poke through the knockoff dress.
I’m speechless yet I don’t know if I would’ve been able to speak at gunpoint. My brain is confused yet my heart is in shock. They’re both telling me this is what I need. Soul is where I need to be.
“That dress you’re wearing,” his deep voice booms throughout the room, “is beautiful.” He finally turns around and my heart stops. Soul is stunningly gorgeous with dark hair and light eyes, that alternate between light blue and grey. Full lips and sculpted cheekbones complete his magnificent face.
He’s wearing a business suit and I’m surprised by the change in clothing. I’m used to him in jeans and Timbs, but that suit fits his body like it was made for it. It does nothing to hide the muscular physique underneath.
All of the Ellison brothers were easy on the eyes, but Soul has a swag that was cultivated by the streets. Two full sleeves and the tattoos even cover his hands. For any other man, it might look tacky and uncouth.
With Soul, however, they add an element of danger yet still classy. He doesn’t come off as some sort or criminal or a man with a shady past. He loves to decorate his body in both clothing and permanent ink.
He walks in long strides and before I know it, Soul is directly in front of me. His eyes darkened to a deep blue color and I feel the sexual energy transpire between us. “The dress would be more beautiful on the floor.”
I swallow hard and push the air that was holding my lungs hostage. My tongue briefly darts out to wet my lips and desire has taken over my body. “It’s only been two days, Soul. It’s also been two years.”
“I also have 28 days to convince you why you should return to Harlem with me,” he steps closer to me and slightly lifts up my dress. He then pulls my panties down to the floor and around my ankles. He lifts each leg to take them off and pockets the lacy pink underwear. “You don’t need this anymore.”
My voice is suffocated with shock and lust as they fight for dominance. Before I can fully process any thoughts, Soul crushes his lips upon mine. His mouth is so experienced and welcoming, while his tongue explores every corner.
He lifts me up and carries me over to a nearby desk. He lays me down and I watch as he slides his body down mine. He spits on my pussy, catching me by surprise, before he quickly goes down on me.
The extra lubrication did something crazy to me. It was unconventional and I certainly don’t need help getting wet. I’m more aroused than before. Soul brought out an animalistic yearning inside of me I never knew I had.
He licked me off to a mind-blowing orgasm and kisses the inside of my thighs. He produces a condom and rips it open. He takes out his hardened, thick cock and sheathes himself with the latex. “This is the last time I’m using protection with you,” he declares.
My body shivers as I think about making love to Soul with no barriers. I’m already addicted to him with boundaries set up between us, both physical and otherwise. I spread my legs wide open for him. I’m not just welcoming him back inside of me, but also back into my life.
He grabs my face and opens my mouth before he licks inside of it, letting me taste my love. He’s not being disgusting, but he’s marking me. He’s claiming me as his. I lightly spit it back, smearing it all over my mouth and wink at him. If he can be nasty, so can I.
Soul steadies himself and pushed inside of me, catching me off-guard. So thick and so full. I feel him throb deep inside of me and my cunt pulsates around him. “Soul…” My body moans.
“Damn it, Ari.” He leans forward and pressed his forehead against mine. He softly kisses my lips before he pulls away. He moves slowly inside of me and I feel every inch and curve of his delicious cock. I feel like I’m about to be split into two, but I want more. I don’t think I can ever get enough.
Soul lifts up my legs and places my feet on his shoulders. He pushes all the way inside of me and I scream. “That’s my girl,” he purrs as he thrusts faster, “I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Soul!” I hold onto the desk as he rocks me. His thrusts are hard and fast, soft and slow, a combination of the above. Just when I’m used to one rhythm, he switches it up. He stroked into me, claiming me as his once again, and making sure I knew that with each thrust.
The quiver in my pussy throbbed around his cock and I was so close. I white-knuckled the desk and my back arched off it. I couldn’t stop the orgasm and it was driving me insane. Inch by inch, Soul thrust harder inside of me, splitting me apart, and owning my body.
Moments later, I finally came, screaming his name. It wasn’t a soft whimper or groan. It was a full-bodied scream from a woman who’d just received the fucking of her life. Yet, Soul didn’t stop. He still thrust inside of me.
This wasn’t a man in search of his own climax. This was a man who sending a message loud and clear to me. He owned my mind and now he was going to own my body. We both knew it, but he wanted to make sure I understood every delicious inch of his point.
I climaxed again and my body shook. Moments later, I feel Soul’s body tense up and a loud shudder from him. He gently sets down my legs and leans over me, still inside of me. He sweeps his lips over mine in a gentle way.
It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.
Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.
I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.
He did. With a vengeance.
Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.
Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.
Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.
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This tension between us was thicker than a jar of cold peanut butter.
As Soul navigated throughout traffic on our way to somewhere, he was silent. He didn’t hum. He didn’t crack a corny joke. He didn’t talk about Desiree’s performance. He didn’t say a word.
He was pissed.
Soul wasn’t hunched over his driving wheel as if he drove in a panic. His eyebrows weren’t furrowed nor were there any lines on his forehead. His jaw was easy but Soul was far from relaxed.
He showed incredible restraint when he saw Jared kissed me. I wasn’t in a position to turn him down yet Soul didn’t make any move or threat. I know it had something to do with possibly being outnumbered – Jared had three of his friends over in comparison with just Soul being there.
I also know it was a money issue. If Soul landed one punch on Jared, it would’ve been a million-dollar one and I don’t mean that figuratively. Soul has the money where any dollar amount would’ve been a drop in the bucket.
It was the biggest issue: the moment the media found out, and surely they would have, it would’ve put a bigger spotlight on whatever is going on between me and Soul. Soul is used to the media attention, both wanted and unwanted. Even if it bothers him, he never lets the detractors see him sweat.
When I was bombarded with tons of media attention, I hid inside my bedroom for three days.
I shouldn’t overthink any of this. I still don’t know what’s really going on between me and Soul, despite what happened at Desiree’s concert. For all I know, Soul is driving me somewhere to dump me and then get on a plane back to Harlem, leaving me to figure out a way home.
I know he wouldn’t do that. Despite whatever feelings Soul might have towards Jared and me right now, he has proven he would take care of me. He took care of me when I wrote that godawful article about him. He restored my faith in men and humanity.
Now he’s beyond pissed at me.
We arrive at a gated community and Soul enters a code. The gates slowly open and Soul drives inside. We travel through numerous neighborhoods before we stop at a massive estate. In front of the gates are two undeniable, cursive capital E’s.
We’re at the Ellison compound.
Soul enters another code and those gates open. He drives through the path and it’s another two miles before we actually see what looks like the Ellison estate. It’s a massive building and I’m not sure how many floors it has.
I know I’m looking at a very expensive property but my mind can’t fathom how much this estate is actually worth. I also bristle at the thought there’s a possibility I’m going to meet the parents. I don’t have to wonder if I’m Sidney Poitier.
Soul parks on the cul-de-sac in front of the home and gets out before he opens my passenger door. He has a hand out for me and I feel reluctant to grab it, but I do, anyway. We step out of the car and the L.A. breeze catches me by surprise. I rub my arms and Soul takes off his jacket to put it around my shoulder.
He stares into my eyes and I see the warmth inside of them. “You all right, shorty?” He asks and I nod. “Good.”
I stare into Soul’s blue eyes, glaze over the structure of his sharp jaw line, and my vision lands on his kissable lips. I’ve known for the past two years I was still in love with him but now it’s official.
I love that man with everything. And if I blew it again, I don’t know what I’m going to do.
“Are we all right?” I carefully ask.
Soul cups my face into his hands and pulls me closer to him. Our lips our touching, but he doesn’t kiss me. “We’re perfect.”
Sometimes people need to go back to where it all started…
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“I want to be kidnapped, tied up, and fucked. Is that too much to ask?”
He stared at her eyes and read the seriousness within them. She wasn’t joking. It wasn’t a fantasy she’d vocalized before, but it didn’t surprise him where her mind was. She was his classy and sophisticated woman in public. She was his nasty, dirty whore in private.
He was captivated by her beauty, and felt a small tightness in his chest thinking about how wonderful and patient she was with him. She knew his strengths and rose up to the challenge to keep up, to be on his level. Truth was, she was always on his level, even if she didn’t believe it.
She was emotionally raw and vulnerable, yet an insatiable need existed within her. Now she was asking him not to push her, but to break her. His body became restless while his heart and mind were filled with anxiousness.
For the first time in his life, he had reservations about meeting her requests.
“If you want me to do this, I need to go full throttle. I can’t back out because you feel it’s too much or you’re at your limit.” He met eyes with her. “Do you trust me with your life?”
She blinked once, then twice. Did she trust him? He’d proven many times why she shouldn’t. He’d also proven why she should. She knew he would never put her life in harm’s way, despite the dangerous and insane request.
If she didn’t trust him, she would need to leave him alone. “I do.”
“Okay,” he replied with a tone above a whisper. “I’ll see what can be done.”
I should note this will be a very short story and it’ll be on sale for $2.99 sometime within the next week.
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