Passion: The Billionaire's Promise, Part 4 (A Domination and Submission BDSM Romance)
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Talia knew it wouldn't be an easy ride, becoming the submissive of billionaire coffee magnate Hunter Ellis.
But when secrets and people from the past start to be revealed, and Hunter shows an unexpectedly soft side, Talia starts to wonder - maybe there's more to this strange relationship than meets the eye... More
"My life had just been turned upside-down yet again – as if becoming a billionaire’s submissive wasn’t enough, I now seemed to be embroiled in an ongoing vendetta with someone I thought was firmly in the past."
Talia knew it wouldn't be an easy ride, becoming the submissive of billionaire coffee magnate Hunter Ellis. After all, could a modern, independent woman really allow her every move to be dictated by a man who seemed to have an agenda of his own?
But when secrets and people from the past start to be revealed, and Hunter shows an unexpectedly soft side, Talia starts to wonder - maybe there's more to this strange relationship than meets the eye...
Part 4 of Talia and Hunter's blisteringly hot story.
His arms snaked up and grabbed hold of my wrists, hard but not roughly.
My hands opened and I felt my body go limp. I was vulnerable, open, submitting to him and his touch in a way I hadn’t felt before.
He kissed the side of my neck, so delicately that I thought I would pass out, and ran his tongue lightly upwards. I shivered as he gently licked my ear, his breath hot and loud and so close that I had no idea how I would stay upright.
“You’re delicious,” he mumbled, now bringing his face to mine and staring into my eyes. His lips were almost on mine and I felt my heart speed up.
In an impulsive movement I jerked my head forward to kiss him, but he pulled away, a smile playing on his lips.
“Just because I’m being gentle, doesn’t mean you get to call the shots,” he said teasingly. His hand let go of my wrist and found its way to my shoulder, my collarbone and then lower.
He skimmed my breast lightly, his hand just playing over the softness underneath the green silk dress, teasing my nipple through the fabric until I moaned softly.
“Good girl,” he breathed, bringing his face to mine once again and brushing my lips with his.