Series: Standalone Novel
Published by Self Published on 2/16/18
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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Wealthy, powerful Grant Thorne is used to getting what he wants, and he wants Blaire, the beautiful angel who saved his life when he was injured in a blizzard. The CEO of Thorne Industries and the son of a Senator, he lives his life in the public eye. Convincing the reclusive artist to be a part of his world won’t be easy, but determination fuels his pursuit.
Blaire Callahan had escaped her dangerous past to create a new life for herself, or so she thought, until one night she rescues a handsome stranger who rattles her quiet existence. Their chemistry is undeniable, but is it enough to risk her heart and give up the safety of her remote sanctuary?
Dreams of having a life together come to a screeching halt when the couple is photographed at a political event. And when Blaire suddenly vanishes, Grant begins unraveling her past, and realizes the woman he fell in love with was never as she seemed.
Can a woman held captive by the lies of her past really have a future with a man who’s captured her heart? Or will her dangerous past catch up with her and jeopardize their future forever…
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Erotic images swam in his head.
How many times when they’d be having dinner had he imagined Blaire splayed on that table ready for him to have his way with her? He’d kiss up her shapely legs before diving into the sweetness between her thighs. Grant gritted his teeth and willed the discomfort behind his jeans to go away. He could hardly walk in there with a massive hard on. Although sex with Blaire was at the forefront of his mind, he was going to prove to her that he could wait. He wasn’t going to take advantage of Liam’s absence.
His dick just called him a liar.
Growling at the war between his brain and his cock, he slammed out of the vehicle and marched up the steps. The door opened and he nearly swallowed his tongue. All thoughts of abstaining from sex evaporated. Blaire stood before him in a long-sleeved flannel shirt that hit mid-thigh. Her legs were bare and she had a towel wrapped around her head.
“You’re early,” she said breathlessly.
Grant took in the flushed look of her skin and the damp curls framing her face before tracking down the haphazardly buttoned shirt to her legs and feet.
“You’re going to freeze,” he said gruffly, stepping inside and backing her into the foyer. He took his time turning to close the door, his knuckles turning white around the doorknob as he sought to tame the raging desire to scoop her up like a caveman and fuck her.
Fuck her deep.
His painfully erect cock wanted nothing more than to rip through her, he thought savagely.
“Grant?” her tentative whisper brought him out of his haze and he realized he had shut the door but was still facing away from her.
“Sorry if I am too early,” he cleared his throat and turned around, careful to keep his eyes on her face.
She cocked her head then shrugged. “I was running late. Had to do some maintenance on the pickup and the time got away from me.”
“You need to get rid of that pile of junk,” Grant muttered. “It’s a death trap and unsafe.” If it didn’t make him sound desperate and psycho, he’d offer to buy her a new car.
She shrugged again. “It suits my needs, but I do understand your point.” She pivoted and headed toward the kitchen. He probably shouldn’t torture himself but he let his gaze eat up her retreating figure, zeroing in on her swaying hips.
“The good news is,” she continued as Grant unfroze and followed her. “The stew has been simmering for hours, so if you can hang around a bit while I dry my hair and put on more appropriate clothes for company…”
She stopped suddenly and Grant plowed into her. He grabbed her hips and she turned. Her lower belly pressed against his erection and his brain short-circuited. A growl rumbled up his throat just as his lips came down on hers in a crushing kiss. Weeks of pent-up sexual hunger were unleashed. Days of trying to act like a worthy suitor. Hours of living in the skin of a man that was not him. Grant was a man who took what he wanted. And he was taking it now.
Blaire broke off from his kiss. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered against his lips.
“I like bad ideas,” he growled. His prick was so hard, he was afraid he’d stroke if he didn’t get inside her.
“Well, it’s a good thing I like them too,” she breathed against him. “Fuck me, Grant.”
“You got it.” Their mouths clashed and tongues tangled. His hands moved from her hips to her ass and squeezed so hard she yelped. He might have murmured an apology but he never let go of her lips for long. His fingers stroked up her side and his thumb brushed over her tit and felt a hard nipple.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned as he continued to flick the tip, her little mewls at the back of her throat sent him into possessive overdrive. Lifting her onto the table, he hooked her legs around him and ground his erection against her pussy. He reached down between them and grazed her panties with the back of his fingers.
“Drenched,” he rasped. “Christ.”
“Grant …” she panted against his mouth.
“What do you want, Angel?” He sunk his fingers in her pussy, her muscles clamping at the assault, soaking them with her arousal.
They groaned together. The sheer rapture of finding her hot and wet, coupled with the breathless moans his fingers wrenched with each stroke, fueled the feral beast inside him. She writhed against him, rubbing the top of her pubis against his hand as she eagerly sought her own release. But Grant didn’t allow this. He withdrew even as her eyes flashed with unfulfilled hunger. “I’m not finished,” she protested.
“First time. You come with me inside you,” he muttered as he took a condom from his wallet. “Keep your legs open, baby. Keep your eyes on me. Watch as I fuck you.”
The sound of his zipper echoed in the room. His cock was painfully erect, jutting right between them and aching to plunge into her. She looked down between her spread legs, her eyes widening at the sight of his arousal.
He needed her naked.
Grant unbuttoned her flannel shirt, controlling the desire to simply shred it to pieces. He inhaled sharply as her tits, crowned with dusky pink nipples, spilled out. The urge to bend forward to suck, lick, and worship them was almost too strong to resist. But Grant was compelled with the single-minded purpose to claim his woman. He eyed her with a hunger unlike anything he’d felt before. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it on the floor. Those tits were going to rub against his skin as he fucked her.
Deeply aroused, he hiked her legs high around him for deep penetration.
“You’re mine now, Angel,” he growled as he drove hard inside her. Her back arched from the table and he yanked Blaire toward him as he swallowed her cry, digging his fingers into her damp hair which had since escaped the towel. He devoured her mouth, keeping her busy as her body stretched to accommodate him. Grant acknowledged he was a big guy and had to give her time to adjust. Seconds passed, and she circled her hips, eliciting a soft growl deep inside his chest. He released her lips and showered her face with kisses. “Okay?” he asked, his voice was gentle despite the ferocity thrumming through his veins.
She nodded and he withdrew slowly. He set a steady pace at first, watching for signs of discomfort or pleasure, but it wasn’t long before she was rocking impatiently against him.
“Faster, Grant,” she moaned. “Harder.”
That one word unleashed a torrent of carnal greed. He folded over her and clutched her, flexing his hips back only to slam back into her. Over and over, each pounding thrust sought to fulfill their frenzied lust. Wet heat clenched around him and threatened his control. He lifted his head in time to watch her gorgeous eyes slide shut, her forehead crease, and her lips form an “oh” as she cried out her release.
He followed her directly into climax, his need for her overwhelming any desire to prolong the pleasure. It simply wasn’t possible. And as he drove into her one last time, shudders ripped up his spine and his mind blanked except for one word.
About the Author
Victoria Paige writes romantic suspense with badass alpha males and smart, feisty heroines.
Her heroes are possessive, overprotective, and frequently the obsessed, jealous type with a penchant for strong language. Her heroines are strong-willed and intelligent women who can hold their own against a bossy hero. Her books are sexually explicit and may contain dark themes, morally ambiguous choices, and disturbing situations. In short, they are not fluff reads because anything goes in her plots.
Victoria lives in Richmond, VA with her husband and their German Shepherd Dog. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s training her GSD to become a badass himself.