Veraciously Yours,
"Such a waste for a pretty face." Zeva circled around him.
Javier was tied to the chair. His hand bound behind him in a tight knot. His legs were stretched and tied to each leg of the chair. His mouth gagged. He made a garbled sound.
"What's that? You want your daddy?" She taunted as she stopped in front of him.
His eyes raked murderously over her. Smirking, she moved and straddled on his lap. Her core brushed over his pelvis, catching her attention.
"Ooo...someone is excited to see me. Unlike your son of a bitch of a father. Hmm..if I had married your father, I would have been your step-mother."
She tilted her head, running her hands on his sweaty hair.
"Nah, I think I'm over your dad. I kinda digging the son now." She laughed then proceeded to remove his gag.
Swallowing, his voice was coarse and rough. "I'll never sleep with a whore like you."
Her smirk dropped and her eyes turned half mast and hooded. Javier inhaled sharply when she rubbed against him more provocatively.
He let out a deep groan and she whispers into his ear. "Looks like you will be sleeping with the whore after all."
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Javier Carlsen, the son of the legendary grandmaster in chess Gander Carlsen was always in competition with his father. Raised by him alone was no walk in the park but he was his golden son. His father was not golden though, he had lines and line of scorned lovers until one who wanted to get back at him.
Zeva Hayek is a live wire and a terror who is waiting for the perfect opportunity to get back at the cheating manipulative Gander. So she takes the one thing that is close to him- His son.
Kidnapped and tortured to the brink of sexual need, both Javier and Zeva engage a battle of dominance and hate. Truly things never got more veracious than ever before and all they need is what they got.
Will they find something more?
Tenth Book of the V-Series
A Stand-Alone Novel.
YOU ARE READING
Voluptuously Yours,
Romance"Let me go." Dawn's voice measured and stoned. The hand tightened further around her arm, making her almost whimper. "What you saw isn't what you think." The gravel stone voice washed over her. She felt the need to throw up. "What I saw was enough...
