By: Shelly Bell
Releasing March 22, 2016
Avon Red Impulse
Avon Red Impulse
She sacrificed everything to keep him safe…
Five years ago, con artist Lisa Smith broke the first rule of hustling when she fell in love with—and married—her mark, billionaire Sawyer Hayes. The erotic nights spent acting out her darkest fantasies with her husband and Master were the happiest of her life. But when her ruthless father demanded she kill him and take his money, she had no choice but to disappear without a trace…or lose him forever.
He’ll risk everything to have her again…
Now Sawyer has found her, and he has an indecent proposal: submit to him for seven nights and he’ll grant her the divorce she desires. Forced to pretend she no longer loves him, each night spent in his arms is exquisite torture as they reignite their intense passion through role play and ménage. But when a deranged killer out for revenge targets Lisa, she must finally trust Sawyer with the secrets of her past…or neither of them will live to see the future.
Warning: Scenes depicting BDSM, fisting, MMFMM, consensual non-consent, and references to abuse
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A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
Shelly Bell writes the Benediction series for Avon Red Impulse and the forthcoming Forbidden Lovers series for Grand Central Forever.
Her hand seemed to have a will of its own as she clutched the fabric of his shirt in her palm. “Show me what it’s like to be owned by you.”
He blinked, his chest rising and falling harshly. “We should probably go downstairs, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her down a hall that led to a bathroom. “The club safe word is ‘red.’ Remember, you may be giving me control, but as the sub, you have the power to stop the scene at any time by using the safe word. The pain I give you should enhance your pleasure, not eclipse it. If it ever crosses that line for you, I want you to tell me.”
She only knew Sawyer was a Dominant, but she had no idea of the kinds of BDSM activities he enjoyed. “Are you a sadist?”
He shook his head as he opened the bathroom door and pulled her inside. “No, I wouldn’t consider myself a sadist. I don’t get off on hurting people just for the sake of it. My pleasure derives from giving my sub pleasure.” His arm reached behind her to turn the lock. “I learned during my time in the Army that I preferred to be the one in charge during sex. Maybe it was because I had no control in any other aspect of my life at the time.” He shrugged, a hungry glimmer in his eyes. “Who the hell knows where our sexual preferences come from? After basic training, a buddy of mine took me to a BDSM club, and from that point on, I was hooked. I stayed away from relationships. Never considered having a permanent sub.” He backed her up against the door, his hard cock pressing against her pussy. “Until ten minutes ago. I don’t know who the fuck sent you and who I need to thank, but right now, I don’t fucking care. All I need to know is if you taste as good as I think you will.”
He fell to his knees and raised her skirt to her waist, and then he ran his nose up her slit, inhaling deeply. “You smell like a dream.” He didn’t give her any time to think before he tore the gusset of her panties, exposing her folds to him. “Fuck. Bare for me. You are a dream.” His tongue swiped up one lip and down the other before plunging between them and tonguing the well of her pussy. He moaned, the deep rumble of it vibrating through her. “I could eat you all day. But I won’t. I can’t. Because if I don’t get inside that tight little pussy in a minute I’m going to fucking explode.” He spread her lips apart and blew warm air on her clitoris.
Arousal trickled down her inner thigh. She was so wet. Wetter than she’d ever been. And she hadn’t even come yet.