A Sadist's Kiss
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"Are you always this difficult ?" Cole let his arms down along his body and Alyssa instinctively backed away except she had no more room to cower in, her ass was already digging into the cold, hard counter.
"Does it bother you ?" She found it thrilling to irate him and see his reactions, she was clearly chasing that fear and excitement he delivered. On top of that, she was sure he could not follow through with his intentions.
His chest swelled, making him bigger if that was even possible and then slouched over her, planting each hand on either side of her body, trapping her between him and the sinks. He wasn't touching her, he wasn't hurting her in any way, he wasn't doing anything other than that. Alyssa relieved some of her weight on her hands, then bent back to avoid his upper body meeting hers.
"It doesn't bother me at all, Alyssa." Fuck, calling my name again. Alyssa fluttered her eyes, losing her wits to the sound of his voice. "As I said before, I like it, which explains my earlier statement. You shamelessly infected my mind tonight and I hardly performed." [...]
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What does a cute, dainty, petite woman interested in the BDSM lifestyle hopes to find when she visits the prestigious Hellhound Club ? A gentle Dom ? A Daddy Dom ? A Master ?
Alyssa's deceiving looks might fool others, but not HIM.
Master Cole, the toughest, most scrupulous and skilled Sadist, quickly got his eyes on her. She was the delicious treat his hands were aching to ravage, and he was the agonizing instrument of all her fantasies.
As her passion lies in screams, Alyssa would do anything to please him, anything for his touch, anything for his love, anything for his ... Kiss.
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