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Authors: Ana E. Ross
“So untie me so I can start paying you back.”
“Uh-uh.” He shot to his feet and began unbuttoning his slacks. “I plan to keep you tied up until you promise—really, really promise never to run away again. And if you weren’t carrying my child, I’d spank your delectable little rear end for causing me so much trouble.”
“Mass…” She pulled against her restraints, even as her pupils grew large and dark with a mixture of uncertainty and desire.
Masimo felt fire racing along his spine and settling into his groin as he slid his slacks and his briefs off his hips and down his thighs and legs. He stepped out of them and stood tall, strong, and ready for her, his erection so painfully hard, it pointed straight up to the ceiling. This was a new experience for both of them and he intended to enjoy it to the max.
“Mass,” she pleaded again, struggling with hesitation and primitive wantonness as her eyes caressed his engorged shaft with its multitude of full pulsing veins running the length of it, and a sheen of pre-pleasure love juice coating its head.
“I would bound your silky legs as well, but for now I prefer them wrapped around my waist or slung over my shoulders. Maybe next time,” he said stepping closer to the bed. At least he was coming out of this one without battle scars.
Shaina gazed at her husband, love flowing freely and copiously inside her. She loved him more now than she’d loved him yesterday, more than a few minutes ago, and she knew that love would only grow more fiercely as time went by. She just hoped her heart had enough room to contain it.
How could she not love him when he’d been looking out for her and Cameron even before they met? She hadn’t even known until recently that he’d paid off her father’s hospital bills. He’d taken care of her legal issues and restored her family legacy.
He said he was changing his ways because he wanted to be perfect for her. He was already perfect for her. Neither one of them was perfect, but they were perfect for each other, in every possible way. Especially sexually, she thought as he sat down on the side of the bed.
“Are you ready to be loved beyond your wildest dreams,
cara
,” he asked, his deep voice and sexy blue eyes brimming with passionate promises for years to come.
Realizing her absolute vulnerability, Shaina struggled against the silken tethers even as a whirlwind of erotic fear and delight swept through her. She knew her body and the overwhelming intensity of her orgasms. She’d always been able to stay grounded by biting or digging her nails into Massimo’s flesh, or grabbing the sheets, or something—anything when they made love. With her hands bound above her head, and her body under his total control, she wouldn’t be able to do anything but surrender to the masterful lovemaking tactics of her husband.
She could lose her mind and remain forever locked in a state of orgasmic hysteria, walking around with an idiotic grin on her face. The stares. The stares. “Mass… Massimo…”
“MmmHmmm. Call my name. Call out my name, pussycat,” he said reaching for her.
The End
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed following Massimo and Nia, aka Shaina, on their journey to love and
Happily Ever After
in
The Playboy’s Fugitive Bride.
Reviews, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated.
Until our paths cross again in Granite Falls, enjoy an excerpt from
The Tycoon’s Temporary Bride – Book 4
in
The Billionaire Brides of Granite Falls
series.
Fondly,
Ana
CHAPTER ONE
Tashi Holland took a deep breath of the summer air as she exited one of her favorite shops at Stone Crest Shopping Mall Outlets. Shopping bags in hand, she strolled along the walkway, wheeling her way through the throng of residents, and tourists who frequented this delightful mecca of a small town nestled in the foothills of the White Mountain National Forest of New Hampshire.
She headed for one of the many gazebos in the plaza, and resting her bags on a stone bench, she pulled her camera from her backpack and began clicking away at the breathtaking views of the green majestic mountains in the distance, and the shimmering waters of beautiful Crystal Lake.
Granite Falls was a long way from New York City, the place she’d gone to study photography, and even further from Ohio—the place where she was born and raised, but never felt any real connection to. Granite Falls wasn’t a bad town for settling down and starting over, but it was remote and lonely. Lonelier, because she hadn’t made any friends and had spent the most part of the last year and a half trying to make sense of all that had happened that horrifying night.
Sometimes it felt like yesterday, and other times it felt like a lifetime ago. And then there were times when it felt as if it never even happened. She’d listened to the news and searched the Internet day and night for weeks, then months, trying to find some evidence that her nightmares weren’t just some figment of her imagination.
But there was nothing. Never anything, except one fact.
Tashi sighed, and putting her camera way, she dropped down on the bench and folded her arms across the stone tabletop and indulged in her favorite pastime. Watching people mulling about and speculating about their lives had helped to keep her mind off of her own life.
Who was she, anyway? She was a girl with a name, and only a name. One she couldn’t use. She couldn’t open a bank account or use her credit cards. Her driver’s license was useless since she couldn’t rent or purchase a car, or even book a hotel room for a night. It were as if she didn’t exist. Maybe they thought she’d died during the shoot out in that New York City mansion sixteen months ago.
But then again who were
they
?
She had no family. She’d never met her father. Her mother died when she was four and her uncle who’d raised her, suddenly and unexpectedly lost his life to pancreatic cancer early last year. She’d been alone and scared in the craziest city in the world until Scottie showed up. He’d seemed real and charming and had treated her like a princess until…
Tashi covered her face with her hands and clenched her teeth as visions of that night stormed into the forefront of her mind. Those visions never surfaced gently. They always came at her like a silent freight train speeding around a bend. She only knew it was there after it hit her.
What if Scottie was real and the man who’d claimed he’d come to rescue her, and the others who were posing as guards were just actors his parents had hired to get rid of her? After all, she was a nobody, and Scottie was the heir to some multi-million-dollar inheritance. Maybe they thought she wasn’t good enough for their son. Tashi had watched enough movies to know that rich people could get away with anything they set their minds to. What if they were all fakes, except…
She wrapped her arms around her middle as the pain seared through her. The one thing about that night that wasn’t fake was the fact that she’d killed a man. She’d pointed the gun the FBI agent had given her to the back of his head and pulled the trigger.
Twice.
The blasts had sent her stumbling back into the back seat. She’d watched, numb from head to toe, as he slump against the steering wheel. It was the blaring of the horn and gunshots blasting inside the house that had propelled her into action. Just like the agent had instructed her, she’d pushed the dead man out of the car, and driven off. His death was the only event that had made the news.
What if killing the driver was the only real event about that night? What if Scottie’s parents were using that incriminating fact as a means to keep her away from him? If the man who’d claimed to be an FBI agent had made it out alive, where was he? He’d promised to find her and explain everything to her. What was ‘everything’? What did he need to explain?
Tashi didn’t know what to believe anymore. And here she was in a strange town where the agent had send her in search of a man who could help her. A man without a face and a name. Tashi scanned the crowds as she’d done countless times in the past, hoping beyond hope that her ‘savior’ would see her, recognized her, and help her.
He could be anybody, even that giant of a man with his arm around the shoulders of a petite young woman as they pushed a set of twins in a double stroller. He reminded her of the FBI agent—large, dark, and handsome. The couple nodded and smiled at her as they walked past.
Tashi smiled back then quickly averted her eyes. One thing she could say about this town was that the majority of people were nice and friendly. They probably didn’t think the same of her since she never made any attempts to engage in conversation, nor did she respond to personal questions about herself—legitimate questions people asked when they were interested in someone.
Not knowing whom she could trust, she trusted no one. She didn’t even trust herself. Tashi gathered her bags and left the gazebo. It was laundry day, and she didn’t have a washer and dryer inside her one-bedroom apartment—an apartment in the not-so-nice side of town. But it was the only place where the landlord would allow her to pay cash—no questions asked. It was on the first floor of a multi-family house, and Tashi had loosened the floorboards and hidden the bag of cash the agent had left in the car—a car that had become real estate for the fish that resided in the deepest part of the Aiken River. She had enough cash to last her a decade, if she spent it wisely. Hopefully, before it ran out, she’d have some answers to her past and be able to live a normal life in the future.
But first, she would so love to sit and enjoy a juicy sandwich from Mountainview Café, her favorite diner, just two blocks over from the outlets. She would grocery shop tomorrow. Having nothing else to do, she spread out her outdoor excursions over several days, just to have a reason to leave her apartment, keep her from going crazy.
An hour later, Tashi placed some money next to her empty plate on the table, and grabbed her bags from the floor. As she stood up and spun around, she collided, head-on, into a solid wall of hard muscle. She immediately felt hard strong arms close around her.
“Whoa…”
Was that thunder? Was this an earthquake?
Tashi stiffened as a flicker or fear rushed through her. Her face was pressed tightly against a hard expanse of human flesh. She panicked.
A man was holding her.
A strange man.
You’re a witness. They’ll be looking for you. Don’t trust anyone
.
When you get to Granite Falls ask for A—
Her heart thundered as she fought against him. “No! No.! Let me go!”
“Hey, take it easy. I was only trying to keep you from falling on your pretty little face.”
