She should have run while she had the chance…
Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45997110-fallen
Blurb:
She should have run while she had the chance…
Lily Simpson escapes, leaving her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into his dangerous web of power and surrender (switch to submission).
When they travel north, their desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend, everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to escape Ethan’s clutches?
Suspenseful, thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced psychological, dark romance will haunt you.
He couldn’t have her love by making her his prisoner, but fuck, it was tempting.
Too tempting.
And if it came to it, Ethan knew he could damn well try.
Giveaway:
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There was the contradiction—her man was part paramour and part monster—and she could never keep up with whom she was in bed with.
“Stop it, Ethan,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me.”
His cock roused at the way she made that sound. “But you like it when I make it hurt, baby,” he whispered. “I know you do.”
Excerpt:
Ethan impaled her with one swift thrust. Lily’s arse was prone and ready, her cunt pushed back and inviting, and as her body enveloped him, Ethan was once again filled with the scent and sensation of his little woman. She called out, a guttural sound that made his balls tighten.
“Oh, fuck!”
It was almost a hiss, but Ethan recognized the need in her voice, and he withdrew, filling her up again, knowing he was satiating that need. For both of them.
“Is that what you want?”
His words echoed through the air around them.
“Yes.” Lily’s head fell forward. “Yes, sir. Fuck me. Fill me up. Give it to me!”
Ethan wasn’t sure where sweet little Lily’s vocabulary had come from in recent days, but as he ceded the point and slammed back into her pussy again, he reconciled he probably had some responsibility for that, too. Filling her balls deep over and over again, Ethan’s hand rose to the waterfall of dark hair at Lily’s back, and unthinkingly, he fisted his fingers into it, yanking her head back to meet his face.
“You like that?”
Her lips parted, but there was no doubt about the answer to his question. He’d never seen Lily like this before.
“Oh, fuck.” She was panting now. “Oh, fuck yes. Yes, sir.”
Ethan’s head fell forward against the back of her neck, his left arm now supporting both their weight as his hips thrust back into her wet snatch again. He couldn’t believe how good this was. Lily had been right—this was what they both needed.
He lifted his chin. “Up against the wall.”
The command was little more than a snarl, but as he withdrew from her wetness, Ethan was amazed that despite her injured ankle, Lily rushed to obey him. He spun on his heel, fisting his cock as he stalked over to join her.
“If I’m going to fuck you, then I want to see your face,” he growled, reaching down to grasp at her behind.
Lily winced as his fingers brushed her tender skin, but there were no words of complaint. Only hot murmurs of need.
“Legs around me,” Ethan instructed as he lifted her onto his throbbing cock. “And hold on, little flower. I am not going to be gentle.”
She complied at once, wrapping her small wrists behind his head as her tight pussy slid down over his hard length.
“I don’t want gentle,” she spat at him. “I want this. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it!”
There was real venom in her voice as she gave the order, and for just a second, Ethan wanted to stop and haul her over his lap for the insolent tone, but the goading pleasure at his cock dismissed that thought. There was no way he was giving up sex as good as this.
No fucking way.
“I do. Fucking. Mean. It.”
Ethan punctuated each word with a fresh thrust, his rhythm making them both cry out in unison. “I fucking love you, Lily.”
Those green eyes, which had fluttered shut at the sensations were on him now, full of passion and anger and accusations. “I love you, too,” she panted, using the strength in her arms to push herself even further down against the base of his shaft. “And I hate you. I hate you for what you’ve done. For dragging me into this; for bringing me to this shitty place.”
Her words tore at him, making his body still for a moment as he assessed her face.
“You hate me?” he growled, deliberately slamming hard into her delicious cunt again.
“Yes,” she confirmed, her back arching as she pressed her needy little clit into his body.
“For what I’ve done?”
Lily’s gaze darted to meet his query. “For what you’ve done to me,” she gasped as he filled her up again. “For making me fall for you when you’re nothing but a monster.”
