Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
You turn to me, smiling lazily. Fuck, I can’t even think straight right now.
“Perfect,” I tell you, “that’s what you are.”
I grin, pulling you into my embrace. You let me put my arms around you and, tilting my head to the side, I press my lips against yours. We kiss softly, both our bodies still reeling from a thunderous orgasm.
I don’t know what got into me, but I just lost all control. You’re not only easy in the eyes, you know how to drive a man completely insane. I’ve been through my fair share of women, but I never met one like you.
Fuck, I can’t wait to go another round with you.
You still rolling your eyes, babe?. This is all you, baby. I’m here, just for you.
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Now, take a few deep breaths, if you didn’t skim through the sex already. And get ready to read about Arsen and Ashley
LIAM
Yeah, so take a few more deep breaths. And check out the blurb for bonus and see if you want to read it or want to read it again. It’s pretty fucking hot. And dirty. Just the way you fucking like it, you dirty girl.
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
There isn’t a woman alive that I can’t buy…and I’m rich enough to pay.
I knew I had to have Ashley since the night I saw her. She was so fucking gorgeous.
I know it’s only a matter of time before she’s mine. With my 8-pack abs, chiseled face, muscles, and tats, I’ve never met a woman whose panties didn’t melt just by looking at me.
Take the pants off and ain't nothing in the world gonna save her from Arsen Hawke.
Sure, she can say whatever she wants to pretend she’s got a choice.
She can say she doesn’t fall for bad boys.
She can try to scare me off by saying she comes with a high price tag.
But none of that fucking matters to me.
Because I’ve already fallen for that curvy body of hers. For that beautiful face and soft lips. And I’ll pay anything to ravish her. Even if it means agreeing to pay the ultimate price…my heart.
Client 5 is a full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, no cheating or cliffhangers.
Hold onto your seats. It fucking starts now.
ARSEN
“
O
h baby, I love sucking this huge cock of yours,” Sophie says as she runs her tongue up and down my shaft in the way that only a stripper can. “It’s getting me so fucking horny.”
I can hear the steady beats of Lil’ John playing through the club as I look down through the glass at the main stage of the strip club. It’s a pretty crowded evening, and I idly wonder if some of the patrons—those poor, lonely schmos with no place else to be—realize that the mirrors they’re looking up at are really one-sided and that I can look down from them at any point. Including times like now, where I’m completely naked getting my cock sucked by a blonde stripper as a brunette one rubs her hands all over my body.
But just as soon as I wonder, the brunette—I think her name is Heather? —starts twisting my nipples and I decide it’s a stupid fucking thing to wonder about and I should just concentrate on the task at hand. That task being namely to fuck the living shit out of these two strippers—new girls to the club, but definitely old hands at this game. They know what’s fucking what, that’s for sure. The moment they started at the club, I could tell they were fucking eyeing me. Deciding if it was in their best interests to fuck me or not. Could they advance their careers by boning the owner?
Let me take a moment to fucking introduce myself, since it’s clear we haven’t met and you’re just now popping into the picture as I have my cock going in and out of one woman’s mouth and my hands roaming the fake tits of another.
My name is Arsen Hawke.
Yes, I know what you’re saying to yourself right now.
That Arsen Hawke. Yes. The 30-year old son of the billionaire smut lord
of America. The son of the man the nation knows as the Corrupter. Collectively, my fucking dad is responsible for putting out 83 Internet live web cams, 23 Pay-Per-View channels, 3 magazines, and 5 different streaming porn services through the Internet. All beamed directly into your home for your little son or daughter to consume when you’re not looking – further destroying what little of the moral fiber is left of Western democratic values.
That Arsen Hawke that you read about in the tabloids. The same one that you see on E! Online. With the chiseled 8-pack abs, rugged face, icy blue eyes, and tattoos designed by some of the most gifted artists of our time. Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m describing myself. You know everything about me. You know that I’m good looking as fuck. That on the off-chance that I decided to stop by your town or city, you would probably tell your husband that you were going out so you could see me signing autographs at the mall. Just catch a glimpse. Maybe you’d hope to see me take off my shirt. Maybe you’d even get close enough to see my ripped physique. Fuck, maybe I would make eye contact with you and flex my pecs for you. Tell you to come closer so you could see my 1% body fat body. You’d be pretty close then, maybe I’d even touch you. That’s when you’d go fucking crazy, because that’s what I do to every girl around me.