Terry is rich, attractive and all Dom.
When he sees something he likes, or more accurately, something his d**k likes, he gets it.
His women are hot, successful and experienced in BDSM.
Until, he meets Maggie.
She's not at all his usual type. She's round, lush and a hot-mess of a woman.
It's obvious she doesn't belong at La Petite Mort Club and he can't help following her. She needs someone to look out for her. She's a little rabbit in a club full of predators.
When she gets herself into a situation, he has no choice but to rescue her.
When he realizes that she's a natural submissive and innocent of the kinkier side of sex, he'll stop at nothing to have. He can't wait to show her how good it'll feel when she surrenders to his desires.
Maggie had no idea that the club she was going to was a "sex" club.
She tries not to look, but there are people doing it everywhere. She is not getting turned on by it. Not at all. Really, she isn't.
All she has to do, is find her friend and get out of there.
Of course, that's easier said than done. Not only has she bumped into just about every person in the club, but one of the men-a very handsome and extremely rude stranger-not only follows her, but suggests that they "do it" in the hallway. As if she'd ever do something like that. She's a recently divorced, mother of three, not some wild, young woman.
She tells him, in no uncertain terms, what she thinks of his suggestion but then, she finds herself in a dangerous situation.
Will the rude stranger save her, or will he turn out to be even more dangerous than the others?
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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me against the window.
"I'll give you what you want if you do."
"And what do I want?" I question, holding eye contact.
"My head between your legs."
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"Dating or not... you're still mine."
Astoria always thought that the world was set up a certain way. That way being two levels of living. There were the rich people, and then there were the people who could barely afford a pack of ramen noodles. Obviously she was the ladder. She always hated the rich people she would see around the city. They had more money than they needed and didn't think to help the lower people. She was always alone. Her mother died when giving birth to her and her father gave her to her grandmother who died of old age before she could turn 3. She was orphaned and in foster homes her whole life, being alone was all she knew. On top of that her job as an exotic dancer barley covered her bills and she was late 3 months in payment. What was left for her? She had nothing.
Until one of the club Clients offers her a deal that may change her life...
Read Perfect Storm to find out how this predicament takes place...
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