But this one was for her.
She knew she should push him away. As goddamn aggressive as he was, Holt would respect a “No” from a woman he didn’t have a contract with. But something deep within her soul howled at the prospect of ending this. Just yet.
It was too fucking thrilling.
A chance like this would never come again. Not in a million years.
She could fuck him tonight. Have a crazy, dirty, sweaty fuckfest tonight and then tomorrow, blame it on the whiskey.
His lips released hers, but only so he could move to her neck, to work her, suckle her, nibble on the sensitive screaming skin there. Bella threw back her head so he had better access. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, plastering her slit against the monstrosity bulging at the juncture of his thighs.
“Shit,” he growled, undulating against her. Sizzles of delight washed through her in waves, concentric, fucking phenomenal waves. She scored his scalp in a rake of need.
“You’re not tying me up,” she grunted.
He lifted his head. His scorching gaze slammed through her, making her chit throb, her pussy clench. A warm wetness dampened her inner thighs. Her panties were soaked. “You’re in charge here, Bella,” he said, his voice breaking on the words. “You make the rules.”
“And no fucking whips and chains.” He chuckled. She hated that he chuckled, so she fisted his hair and yanked. “And no goddamn nipple clamps.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As though she’d reminded him she did, in fact, have nipples, he cupped her breasts and thumbed them, then brought his fingers together. Tightly. The pinch made her knees go weak. She hissed a noise, something between a sigh and a feral groan.
“You like that? You like it a little rough?” His voice was silky and smooth. Practiced. As though he’d said these words before. To thousands of women.
“Fuck you, Holt.” She glared at him. When he grinned, laughed at her vehemence, she sank her nails into his scalp and wrenched him closer. This time she took his mouth. Ravaged his mouth. Fucked his mouth. She thrust in her tongue, explored, dominated him.
Yeah. He’d fucked legions. But he would remember her. He would fucking remember her.
She’d make damn sure of it.
About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with nearly a
dozen titles
available, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or
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Other Books by Sabrina York
Adam’s Obsession (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
Brigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)—coming soon
Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)—coming soon
Dark Fancy (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)
Dragonfly Kisses: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)
Extreme Couponing (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)—
coming soon
Folly (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)
Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Pushing Her Buttons (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Man Hungry (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)
Rising Green (Erotic Horror, Ellora’s Cave)
Saving Charlotte (Erotic Contemporary for the Smokin' Hot Firemen Anthology, Cleis Press)
Training Tess (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
Trickery (Erotic Contemporary with Magical Elements, Ellora’s Cave Hex Line)
Tristan’s Temptation (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
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