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She’ll do anything to get her scoop…
I need a major story to get my big break. Infiltrating the Pagans Motorcycle Club is my best shot at making a name for myself in the world of investigative reporting. Only, I might get a lot more than I bargained for. It’s not the gang that worries me most; it’s domineering FBI Agent Kennedy Carver who makes me quiver inside. When I discover his unique sexual proclivities, I might have a bigger story than the Pagans: The Secret World of BDSM.
He’ll do anything to possess her…
When my man on the inside rescued Carina from the Pagans, I knew I was in trouble. One look at the gorgeous, feisty redhead, and I was lost. I crave to bend her over my knee and punish her for getting herself into a dangerous situation. Once she submits to me, she’ll learn never to put herself at risk again. She’ll be mine.
Her betrayal tears them apart…
When Kennedy discovers that Carina is planning an exposé on his kinky lifestyle, he is determined to leave her firmly in his past. But when the woman who has haunted his dreams for sixteen long years shows up at his favorite BDSM club, he can’t resist her allure.
As they rediscover their burning attraction, an enemy lurks in the shadows, hunting Carina. Can Kennedy save her life and his own heart? Or will the loss of both destroy him forever?
I reached up and tentatively ran my fingertips over the stubble on his square jaw. “Thank you. You make me feel safe.”
“I’m glad,” he said, his voice deepening. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“I don’t think you could. I trust you.”
His eyes darkened. “So you wouldn’t be frightened if I told you I want to fuck you? That I’ve wanted you since the day I first laid eyes on you? That I’ve been carefully planning exactly how I’m going to ravage you when I finally claim you?”
My breath caught in my throat. Something that felt like trepidation quivered in my belly, but it was hotter than simple fear. There was a decidedly anticipatory edge to it, something dark and hungry.
“What…” I swallowed. “What would you do to me?”
His hand was still tangled in my hair. It tightened to a fist again, tipping my head back so my throat was exposed to him. He lowered his lips to my neck, pressing a hot kiss just below my ear. He pulled back slightly and blew a stream of cool air over the burning place where his heat had marked me. A noise I’d never made before eased up my throat. It sounded like a whimper.
“So responsive,” he murmured, his words teasing across my skin. His teeth nipped at my earlobe, giving me a flash of pain before sucking it away, tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. I’d never known that this seemingly innocent part of my body was directly connected to my sex. It contracted in a primal rhythm, craving… him.
“You want to know what I’m going to do to you?”
Going to. There was no longer a question of if. I’d sealed my fate when I’d asked what he had planned for me.
“I’m going to strip you naked and finally drink in the sight of your gorgeous body.” He ran his hands down the curve of my waist before curling his fingers into my hips. “Then I’m going to take off my tie and bind your hands.” His touch shifted to my wrists, his long fingers encircling them like manacles as he pinned them at the small of my back. “You’ll be completely at my mercy. And I’ll show you pleasure you never thought you were capable of.”
A low moan left my lips as desire spiked. I wanted it all, every deviant thing he’d promised me.
He drew back slightly so I could see his wolfish grin. “I think we’ll keep the rest a surprise.”
I couldn’t do more than stare up at him, memorizing his perfect, masculine features. I’d never felt this kind of raw power pulsing off a man. It caressed my body, making my skin pebble as I fell under his thrall.
“Tell me you want me, Carina.”
“I want you, Kennedy.” I didn’t hesitate, and I didn’t blush. It was the simple truth, the natural answer. The only answer.
“I like the way you say my name,” he rumbled. “You’ll be screaming it soon.”
I let out a small squeak of surprise when he swept me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom in long, confident strides. My sense of trepidation returned. This was actually happening. I’d let him spank me, and now I was going to let him tie me up. I barely recognized the wanton woman he held against his hard chest.
“Stop that,” he ordered.
“Worrying. I’m not going to hurt you. This will feel good.”
My worries were obliterated when he brought his demanding mouth down on mine again. He carefully set me on my feet, holding onto me until I found my balance.
His hands suddenly fisted in the material of my blouse. With a jerk of his powerful arms, the buttons ripped free, exposing me with shocking abruptness. There was no slow undressing, no hesitancy. He’d told me he was going to strip me, and that was exactly what he was doing.
He tugged the blouse back, pulling it off my shoulders and down my arms before tossing it aside, discarding it as though it had annoyed him by covering my body. He swiftly unbuttoned my jeans and removed them with the same sense of immediacy. Catching onto his feverish assault, I quickly stepped out of them along with my shoes, leaving me wearing only my simple white bra and panties.
He paused, running a reverent hand over the cotton material. “One day, I’ll dress you up in leather and lace,” he spoke almost as though he was talking to himself. “But for now, this first time, these are perfect.” He traced his fingertips along the exposed swell of my full breasts, and I gasped as my nipples pebbled against the inside of my bra, the soft material suddenly too abrasive against the sensitive peaks.
“So innocent,” he remarked. His eyes suddenly locked on mine. “I will enjoy corrupting you, Carina.”
I should protest, but he called to a secret, dark part of my soul. It was as though I’d been waiting for him to say those words, to come into my life and change everything I thought I knew about myself.
I wanted to be corrupted.
Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
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