Rose Dark Desires 1 - 3

1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-1-370-36677-4
Verlag: Daisy Rose
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 98 Seiten

Reihe: Dark Desires

From too many men and too public places, the innocent young women in these three steamy stories are coaxed to strip their inhibitions - and clothes - and bare it all. Here, you will find:
Dark Desires 1: Lovers & Ropes
Anastasia Allyson has been on her own with nobody to care for her and nobody to love her for as long as she remembers. If she doesn't let anybody get close, she can't get hurt.
Then, Trevor Savage shows up and ruins everything. He's broken her heart before. She wasn't going to let him hurt her again.
She might not have a choice.
Dark Desires 2: Foursome
Bethanie has helps men realize their fantasies of being heroes in their own stories... for a price. She plays the damsel in distress, trapped in a dungeon, eagerly awaiting their rescue.
When three handsome, black men appear with a scenario none of the girls wanted to play out, she is chosen. She plays the damsel, but the men weren't there to rescue her...
Dark Desires 3: Dancing Domination
Exhausted by the stress in her life, Crystal signs up for the dance studio that's the talk of town. Dance Naked is a unique dance studio where inhibitions - and clothes - are left at the door.
When she meets her sexy, dominating dance partner, she realizes she's in for more excitement than she had hoped for. Will she allow him to lead her to the heights of sensual bliss, or will she fall out of step?
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When her eyes met his, she almost gasped. He was looking at her with an expression that scared her. There was a spark in his eyes that was tell-tale to what he was thinking. She drew away from him, but he held her too close.
She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy.
'What're you thinking about?' he asked.
'Nothing,' she lied easily.
'Would you like to know what I'm thinking about?' he asked.
'Yes,' she whispered, her feet moving automatically now, matching his every step. His strong frame held her up, guided her the right way. All she had to do was let him lead.
'I'm thinking about undressing you the moment the light goes out,' he said.
More than a few eyes turned their way. Her eyes grew wide, fearful and aroused all at once. 'What-' She cleared her throat slightly. 'What makes you think I'll let you?'
'Because I'm not asking,' he said.
She stared at him. He certainly wasn't the sort of man to ask for what he wanted. He turned her one way, then the other, never stopping to ask or make sure if she was still following. It was hard to believe that she had just gotten to know him that morning.
'It seems everyone has gotten their steps perfect,' the instructor's voice announced. 'And now, the lights are going off.'
Her gasp followed the sudden darkness. She felt the subtle push from his strong arms as he continued to lead her in the dance, but she quickly lost her step, stumbling into his open arms.
'Oh!' she heard a voice from her left exclaim. Instinctively, she turned towards the source of the voice, but there was nothing to see.
They were in complete darkness.
'I see you're starting to get comfortable with the idea,' he whispered breathily into her ear. She pulled herself together with a gasp. His hands grasped on either sides of her shoulders, holding her close to him.
'I don't-' she began, but her breath caught.
The music played peacefully in the background. She could hear the sound of clothes being abandoned, falling swiftly to the floor.
Close as he was, she realized she wanted him closer. She sensed a danger and an intensity in him that she had never encountered before. She allowed his hand to move behind her. The sound of her zip parting sounded too loud to her ears. She worried that everybody could hear and know what was happening, that he was undressing her.
And she was letting him.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Rose, Daisy

Leseproben

Lovers
Anastasia thought she knew what love-at-first-sight was when she saw Trevor Savage across a crowded room. She tried to reel her heart in and focus on anyone else but him. There was a young man trying to make small talk with her. It was funny how she thought of him as a young man seeing as how he was probably one or two years older than her. She did not want to like Trevor Savage. For one thing, he was a good dozen or so years older than she was and the age difference was enough to put any sane girl off. He was in his late thirties and had the body of a construction worker, all hard muscles and masculinity. They met during a fundraising event, where she was paid to dress up and look pretty for the guests. Occasionally, she indulged in mindless chitchat that kept the crowd in a good enough mood to donate generously to the theater's cause. Anastasia had been working in the theater since it's conception. They were a small group to begin with, just a few friends deciding to break off with a larger theater company in the city that wasn't paying them enough to cover rent and try at it themselves. It was a big and bold step for all of them, but by working hard together and focusing all their passions into the new company, they managed to make it work. Anastasia had the center stage since the very beginning and they never found a reason to change that. She was the face of the new group, the attraction that pulled people in. Her friends were the ones who did the marketing for the most part. She wasn't keen on selling. If her friends found out that she was interested in Trevor romantically, they would freak out. They would be beyond freaked out. They would positively flip. It had taken all the strings they could pull to get him to even show up in the event. They had hoped that he would help finance their theater's expansion. Trevor savage was one of the biggest backers of the company and the fact that they were together could jeopardize the financial backing they needed to keep that plan intact. Anastasia had never had any doubts about her charms. At eighteen, she was in her prime and her good looks had fueled hers as well as her theater's success. Her face was in the front page of multiple magazines. She had never fell so hard for a man before. He had the looks, no question. She was all for the silent, brooding types, whose actions spoke louder than words. The man could soak her panties with a glance. Their eyes caught in a crowded room and her life took on a whole new perspective. He was more good looking than the male models she knew. They had muscles too, but those were for show. Trevor's muscles were chiseled to perfect from hard work. When they were introduced to each other, she was a quivery, sweaty mess. He, on the other hand, was calm and composed, his attitude alluring yet professional. She could barely managed to form a coherent sentence as her eyes drank in the sight of the incredibly handsome man. He was perfect in every way, collected and easy-going, all the while being the most important man in the room. "You better stay away from Mr. Savage," her friend whispered when the man was out of earshot. "What?" Anastasia whirled around to Lily. "I'm not an idiot, girl. I see the way you're pining after him already. The guy's a walking sex bomb, but he's not the right guy for you." She frowned, pausing to consider a second piece of sandwich. "What makes you say that?" "Everybody knows you're a virgin, Anna," Lily said. "That's a miracle all in itself," she added in a mild tone. Anastasia didn't take offense to that. Everybody in the theater was fucking each other, married or not. They called it being in a polygamous relationship or something. Anastasia could never wrap her head around the thought of sharing lovers with someone else. It was part of the reason why she was still single. Seeing her closest friends treat sex with such lightheartedness made her realize it wasn't something she was looking for. "Trevor Savage might seem like a really charming hunk, but there's more to him than meets the eye. Trust me when I say he's not the man for you, okay?" "I'm not completely oblivious about sex, Lily," she said. "You can't just tease me with bits of info like that. Tell me everything," she insisted. Her throat was getting drier with interest and anticipation. Lily look around, lips parting as if she wanted to say more. Then she shook her head and said, "You've read that fifty shades book right?" Anastasia's face burned red. "Here and there," she admitted. "Yeah, just imagine him as Grey," she said. "Stay away from him, okay?" she cautioned. "Alright. Thank you," Anastasia said absentmindedly as she watched her friend walk away to entertain other prospective benefactors. Her head whirled with questions. Instead of being put off by what Lily said, she found herself being aroused. There was something about Trevor that stirred her like no other man had before but she readily accepted that she was probably a dime in a dozen for him. No doubt he had met some of the sexiest and most beautiful women in the world. His money and lifestyle allowed him the luxury of getting anyone he wanted. What she didn't know was that he had felt the same shift in his universe the moment he saw her face. When he heard the sound of her voice, he knew he wanted to fuck her hard enough to hear her scream. The music and people faded away. He saw her talking to an older woman who was staring daggers at him, no doubt warning her young charge from the likes of him. He didn't care. It didn't take her being left alone long before he swooped in again. They went out for dinner afterwards and one drink spilled over to another and another. She couldn't, for the life of her, remember how they managed to get themselves to her apartment. It must've been the alcohol. She had never brought a date home with her before. Her home was sacred. "What is this, Trevor?" she padded around the room impatiently as he stood immobile by the closed door. "What's what?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice as well as in his expression. "This!" she exclaimed, waving her arm at herself and then him, then back at herself. She was surprised by the passion in her voice. They had only just met, after all. She felt it was important to be clear. Her mind was imagining him, going to functions and events with different, beautiful, age-appropriate women latching to his arm. It occurred to her that he could be using her for the thrill of seeing someone so young. His expression continued to be that of amusement, which was beginning to frustrate her. "What do you want it to be?" he asked with an infuriatingly cool tone. She was stunned for a moment. "I don't know," she admitted. "But this feels... I don't know," she sat down in a humph of annoyance. "This feels right," she said, her brain shaking a little from suddenly moving. Alcohol still burned heavily in her veins. He made himself comfortable next to her, then placed a calming hand on her thigh. "I've never felt this way about anyone before," he admitted. When she turned to him in surprise, he gave her a small smile. "Really?" she asked. "Yes," he whispered, leaning close enough for her to smell the masculine scent of his body. "I've never-" she started. "I'll be gentle," he promised, putting his hand under her chin and lifting her face up to meet his. She felt desire surge through her. More and more she was sinking into a deeply dug well of his enchantment that threatened to drown her. The rush of adrenaline pumped faster through her veins as his fingers moved closer to her throbbing heat. "Do you have any idea how hard you make me?" he groaned as he leaned down to capture her surprised gasp with his lips. He'd taken off his jacket and divested her of her own. The cold in the apartment bit at her skin but warmth radiated from him, making his advance even more welcoming and pleasing. He was smiling comfortingly, dimples playing devilishly in his chiseled jaws. Her eyes were glued to the curve of his lips and she found herself licking her own. She hardly knew the man despite all the time they've spent together. Yet, there the touch of his lips on hers felt completely right. There was no hesitation in her parting her lips for his tongue to explore every inch of her. Expertly, he climbed on top of her, his shadow basking her in darkness. His figure silhouetted against the open window, giving him an ethereal glow that took her breath away. Impatiently, he took off his jacket and shirt, revealing his perfect muscles beneath. She heard a sharp intake of breath that she realized was her own. He smirked at the blush that formed on her cheeks and helped her trembling fingers rid of her own clothing. Her body tensed and reacted desperately to his every touch. Her overcoat went off easily but her shirt was tangled in her hair for a moment and the tensed desire broke into playful laughter. She undid the tie in her hair and let her hair fall unhindered over her shoulders. When her bra was finally gone, he drew back and drank in the sight of her naked body. Her blush had gone all the way down her neck, giving her a lively look about her. "You're breathtaking," he whispered. The cold air blew in through the window but all she could feel was the heat from his touch, prickling against her skin. Her body tensed and throbbed every time his fingers touched her. She reached out to feel his chest with her bare hands, marveling at how his muscles flexed with every move. As if a button had been pushed, he started tearing off...