Sinful Addiction

~SECOND STORY PREVIEW~

THIS PART HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CURRENT SINFUL ADDICTION STORY WITH AUGUST AND ALEXIA.

I have a second story that I am working on. Parts three and four should be out either as I publish this or shortly after : ) the banner is based on that story not Sinful Addiction.

I have seen a few other people do this and I always enjoy reading a story and being able to get a snippet from another story from the same writer so I know what I can expect when reading it, this is more than I would be able to put in the description and I can reference Sinful Addiction and be sure you all know what I am talking about.

So, my next story is called Attention. Unlike this one, it will not be a slow burn and it is a Mafia romance. It will however, be just as kinky, if not more kinky than this one. Attention does deal with some heavier topics straight away however it will not have a lot of it as we get further into the story. The female main character—Fallon Bexley—is stuck in an abusive relationship and has been for two years when she meets out male main character—Cillian McNamara—the rich and powerful Irish-American hotel chain and club owner who is about to take over his fathers position as the leader of the Irish Mob.

Cillian never intended to have someone by his side as he prepares for possibly the biggest moment of his life. That is until he stumbles into a dive bar when trying to prevent his brother from causing a scene. Both of them are instantly infatuated with their server but she is quick to let it be known she has a boyfriend, however, Cillian quickly learns the truth of her relationship, when what would usually be hidden behind closed doors is exposed by the accidental press of a single button.

Next thing she knows, her boyfriend is being demoted and billionaire is spending his nights in a crappy dive bar waiting for that one server to come back but she keeps calling out sick and suddenly, for the first time in her life, there is someone with power and influence fighting to protect her. Growing up in the foster care system has left her with trust issues but she still manages to see the good in people—maybe to a fault—and sees Cillian McNamara as more than just a walking dollar sign. Of course, she has no idea where that money comes from or what he really does but nobody can control the family they are born into. If they could she certainly wouldn't have chosen one that abandoned her in a bodega in the Bronx when she was a toddler.

~~~Excerpt~~~

"...That is why instead of walking back downstairs to finish what Cillian and I started—I am here, my dress folded up and placed in the middle of his desk. Topless because I didn't wear anything underneath due to the cut of said dress and I am now in nothing but a blush pink thong as I am sitting on my heels in the middle of his office with my hands resting on my lap as I stare at the floor.

My mind is running a thousand miles a minute as I hear him get closer. He is still calling my name but I am too far to turn back now as his shoes clack against the hardwood floor in the hallway. I left the door cracked open to hint that I am in here. The voice in my head is screaming at me to stand up. Reminding me that this is a stupid idea, he is going to laugh, make fun of me or God only knows what else he could say but I am determined to see this through. I've done crazier things—like telling him I will go wash ten grand for him if he just goves me a few hours—this certainly should be less terrifying. Newsflash. It's not.

What if he really is a soft dom? Or something like that because if I am being honest, once I started, I couldn't stop reading about it, I felt this dull ache deep in my chest as I read those words and the only way I could explain that ache, was the want and the desire to have that. To make him happy and maybe the strangers on the internet—who I still can't believe I shared what I did with—were right. Maybe he doesn't like impact play and punishments and unfortunately this is the way I have decided to get my answer. I could have sent a link through a text but no. I decided to kneel on the office floor of the most ruthless organized crime leader in the country—maybe even the world.