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  My insides twisted.

  Heat gushed to my core.

  Shocked by my body’s reaction to the menace in his voice, I let my head fall forward until my forehead rested on the structure to which I was bound. “Go to hell.” Since when did the threat of rape turn me on? Since when did a bastard who didn’t give a fuck about me make me cream my panties?

  I was sick. Sick!

  I deserved to go to hell too.

  Confused and disgusted with myself, I smacked my head against the wood and curled my fingers so tightly my fingernails dug into my palms. A sob ripped up my throat.

  Behind me, he said, “Now, it is time to see what I have paid for.”

  I felt a tug at the back of my shirt and then the sound of rending fabric echoed through the tense silence. My spine arched and I jerked in a desperate (but pointless) attempt at escape. A breeze chilled my back as the torn pieces of my tank top fell aside and my skin prickled with goose bumps. My bathing suit strap snapped and my breasts fell out of the cups. My nipples hardened almost instantly. And another blast of heat pulsed to my center.

  I was fucked up.

  “Stop it,” I yelled. “Stop it now.”

  “Ah, esclavo, keep screaming. Keep shouting. Your pretty little voice makes my cock hard.”

  My skirt was next, cut, torn, I couldn’t tell which. The material slid down my right leg, catching on a cuff at my ankle. My bathing suit bottoms would be next. Oh God.

  My pussy clenched. Hot, sticky cream coated my folds, dampening the lining.

  He audibly inhaled. “I can smell your cream. Intoxicating.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “As you wish.”

  I felt the tug at the waistband and panic gripped me. I writhed, fighting the chains holding my ankles and wrists in place. But there was no hope, no use. I was bound tight, unable to resist. Fingers slid down my lycra-covered crack. I trembled. Tears coursed down my cheeks, even as more heat pounded to my pussy. I was shocked and ashamed by my body’s response. I despised this man. I didn’t want him to touch me. Not my back. Not my ass. And…oh God…not down there.

  “No,” I said on a whimper. “No, no, no.”

  His fingers grazed over my sensitive flesh. No man had ever touched my pussy. It felt so good. Good but wrong. Wrong but thrilling.

  “Please stop,” I begged.

  “Do you know what the scent of your cream does to me? Esclavo, you are so wet. I want to cram my cock into that slick, tight heat and make you scream until you can’t scream anymore.” My thighs tensed. My feet slid wider apart, as far as the chains would allow, opening my center for his probing digits.

  What the hell was I doing, welcoming his invasion?

  My breathing quickened. My heartbeat thumped through my body, sending wave upon wave of lust burning through my core. My pussy was empty and clenching, so wet and hot I ached. Instinct told me to open wider, surrender to him, even as my brain told me to resist, to fight, to beg for mercy.

  I couldn’t let him take what was mine.

  But even as that thought blazed through my mind, I quivered with need. His fingers slipped into the leg of my bottoms, fingernails grazing my labia. My insides pulsed, and the air filled with the sweet scent of my need.

  I was shameless. I was a whore. A whore who didn’t just want his touch to delve deeper, I needed his touch to delve deeper.

  Closing my eyes, I waited, my breath in my throat. My blood was like lava, burning through my body. Every nerve in my skin was electrified. His touch had awakened a part of myself I hadn’t realized existed. The feral self who didn’t give a damn about shoulds and should nots.

  “This is mine. My cunt.” When his finger slipped between my nether lips, I whimpered. I quaked. I bit my lip and dug my fingernails into my palms. Deeper. I wanted his touch to go deeper. To thrust inside, stretch me wide.

  Instead, it slid out.

  “You surrender so quickly, esclavo. Where did that fire go?” He walked away, leaving me standing there, barely able to hold myself up. My legs were as soft as molten gelatin. Knees wobbly. Pulse pounding in my ears. Arms practically numb from lack of blood supply. And the evidence of my need dripping from my pussy.

  Was he done?

  The door’s hinges creaked. His footsteps echoed. He was out in the hallway, walking farther and farther away.

  I pulled in a deep breath. Was I safe? Where was he going? How long would he be gone?

  For now my virginity was still intact. But my pride…that was long gone. With just a few strokes he’d tamed me. I’d gone from kicking and screaming to protect myself to spreading my legs and practically begging him to take me.

  And this was just the first day. The first hour of the first day.

  If he kept to his word (and that was a big if, in my book), and would release me at the end of the week, there were still many hours of this torture ahead of me yet.

  How would I survive?

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  For fans of Fifty Shades of Grey and Anything He Wants,

  What He Desires

  by

  Tawny Taylor

  Book 5 of the My Alpha Billionaire series.

  He blew into my life like a raging storm, upending everything. Violent and yet beautiful. Powerful. Massive. I wasn’t the type to cower or run. I faced his lust and fury head-on. I fought back. I resisted. I refused to submit to his demands, though my body ached to surrender.

  Little did I know that my strength would be my undoing.

  SAMPLE

  He captured my arms, like he loved to do, and pinned them behind my back. Then he jerked me against him and glared down into my eyes.

  “Feel better?” he asked.

  “No.”

  He yanked me closer yet. Now, when he inhaled, I felt the rise of his chest. “Are you ready to talk?”

  Carnal need coiled around me, quiet but deadly, curling up from my legs, around my chest, my stomach, twisting in my center. “No.”

  “If you won’t talk then…” He smashed his mouth over mine.

  The air left my lungs in a sharp whoosh and I parted my lips to re-inflate them. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he pushed his tongue inside, filling my mouth with his decadent flavor. It stroked and tasted, even as I writhed against him, struggling to break free. Using my tongue as a defense, I tried to force him out, to break the kiss and end the torment. But he was so strong. I couldn’t win this battle. But I was determined, somehow, to win the war.

  Lips, tongue, teeth. He used them expertly, conquering my will. He didn’t just kiss. He possessed. Not just my mouth but my body and my mind. He banished all thoughts of resistance. Before I realized it, I was whimpering from the agony, kissing him back. My blood pounded through my body, burning between my legs. A throbbing ache was gathering deep inside. Never had I hurt so badly from a kiss. Never had I surrendered so quickly, so easily.

  He skimmed his free hand up my side, tracing the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist. His kiss, his touch…I craved more. I needed more. Even though I didn’t want to. Shallow little pants replaced long, even breaths as my suffering intensified. “Say it,” he whispered in my ear.

  His warm breath tickled. My skin dimpled, goose bumps burning my arm and chest.

  “Say what?” I asked.

  That hand moved around to my back, gliding down the arch of my spine and over the swell of my ass.

  I shuddered. God, how he possessed me.

  “Say it,” he demanded, this time his voice harder, sharper. He traced a line down the column of my neck with the tip of his tongue. I tingled. I quivered. I curled my fingers, weaving them together, clutching them behind my back.

  “Say what?” I repeated, this time on a moan.

  He leaned over me, hand sliding down between my trembling legs. My knees were wobbling. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to crumple like a ragdoll. I wanted him to scoop me up, take me to the bed, and
make the burning stop.

  “I…” I mumbled. Sharp teeth bit my neck and my knees gave out. A thick arm slid under them, scooping me up and then I was bouncing across the room, landing on the bed, sprawled, looking up into eyes so dark and dangerous my muscles locked in fear.

  His lip curled into a sneer. “I don’t want to want you like this. I tried to resist. But…dammit…” He shot an arm out, grabbing my hair, fisting it and jerking it, forcing my head back.

  I couldn’t move. I shut down. Shock. Fear. Need. I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t do anything but sit there waiting for his next move. My scalp burned, but I didn’t cry out. That pain was nothing compared to the agony pounding through the rest of my body.

  Pain so good.

  So, good but not enough. I wanted more. I needed more. A lot more.

  Oh, God. He’d succeeded. Without even realizing it.

  He’d created a new addict.

  I didn’t want to run from the darkness anymore. I wanted to relish in it. I wanted it to become a part of me.

  ABOUT TAWNY TAYLOR

  An Amazon Top 20 "Most Popular Author", New York Times, and USA Today Bestseller

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  Tawny Taylor has been writing romance for ten years. Her first novel, Tempting Fate, was published in 2004 and was an RT Reviewer's Choice nominee and highly reviewed book. To date, Tawny has over 50 published books by 5 publishers, including Pocket, Kensington, Ellora's Cave, Samhain and Changeling Press. They include several subgenres of romance including paranormal, contemporary, New Adult and romantic suspense. Among her best selling books are Dark Master, Decadent Master, and My Alpha Billionaire.

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  Did you know Tawny also writes romance as Sydney Allan, New Adult romance as Tamryn Ward, and Urban Fantasy as Tami Dane?

  Sydney's Books

  Rescue Me (contemporary romance)

  Tamryn's Books

  Hopelessly Broken

  This Crazy Little Thing

  The Elite: Malevolent

  Tami's Books

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  Blood of Eden

  Blood of Dawn

  Blood of Innocence