"I'm the devil in our story. But if I fuck you hard enough, will your demons show, too?"
Excerpt:
"You're mine now, Eric," I whisper. Each time he enters me fully, my breath hitches through the words.
"Yeah?" His eyes turn dark, feral, pupils completely taking over the blue. "This arse is mine, you know that? And these tits are mine," Eric mutters while his hands move all over me, exploring every exposed area of my skin while I mark his throat with my mouth. He thrusts between each word, gritting his teeth, claiming ownership of my body. "No one else is allowed near them, near any part of you. These lips. This perfect fucking cunt. My girl, my beautiful girl." He takes my face in his hands, forcing our lips together. "Mine."
The oxygen in The Dome is running out and everyone is going to die. But all she can think about is her hot bodyguard.
Asteroids are hurtling towards Earth and their only chance at survival is The Dome, home to no more than 300 people with constantly depleting resources. Danielle, the fiery redhead daughter of the man who built it, is under threat, and who better to protect her than brute ex-soldier-turned-bodyguard Eric Osprey? Forced together by her father to save her life, the chemistry between them is immediately undeniable-but the wellbeing of The Dome is on the line, and partially in the hands of the couple that can't keep their hands off each other. Every minute Danielle and Eric remain together, more oxygen leaks from The Dome, more threats are lodged at her, and more space is forced between them. Can they find their way back to each other and save everyone, or will they have to make the ultimate decision that could change everything?
Warning: Dark themes. Contains extremely graphic sexual content and language.
(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT)
"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted.
"Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment.
"Does that mean that I'm in that category?"
My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.
"I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though."
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Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams.
James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia.
It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.