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Ties That Bind, Part 1
Ties That Bind, Part 1
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THIS IS PART OF A INSTALLMENT SERIES!!! NOT A COMPLETE BOOK!!!! Is Arienne Chevalier, Lady Rienne to one and all, vicious? Undoubtedly. Is she wicked? Without a doubt. Is she evil? You can bet on it. But what made her the way she is today? The deep origins of her villainy may never be known, but how she climbed to power is a riveting ride. Told in snippets from the first moment Arienne met her own Chevalier man, witness Lady Rienne’s rise to power, and see all that she lost on her way to the top.
“I would keep you forever if I could.”
Such bull shit. She wondered if he really thought she would fall for it. For the moment, it didn’t matter. Not with strong hands pulling her core against the wonderfully hard erection he was sporting just for her. A needy moan escaped as she rubbed against him like a cat, lifting one leg to hook around his waist for better access. She shivered, loving the texture of the material of his pants rubbing insistently against her bare lips. She was wet, her moisture probably soaking into his clothing. She didn’t care.
From the very first time she had given her body to a man, all it took was the touch of his hands against her skin to make her pussy flood with need. It had been a startling discovery, but oh so useful. Her body burned for a man’s touch, yearning to welcome a thick shaft to be buried deep inside. Archer was more skillful than most, bringing a scrumptious bite of pain with unfathomable gratification.
“If we don’t get to the bedroom, I’ll take you right here.” His words were no more than a hoarse growl, sending fresh waves of need quickening through her. His fingers tugged at her long locks, forcing her head backward as he bit along her neck and jaw.
Yes, this was how she needed it. It was fortunate that Archer was good for more than one round. Nothing pissed her off more than a man who couldn’t keep up.
“I would keep you forever if I could.”
Such bull shit. She wondered if he really thought she would fall for it. For the moment, it didn’t matter. Not with strong hands pulling her core against the wonderfully hard erection he was sporting just for her. A needy moan escaped as she rubbed against him like a cat, lifting one leg to hook around his waist for better access. She shivered, loving the texture of the material of his pants rubbing insistently against her bare lips. She was wet, her moisture probably soaking into his clothing. She didn’t care.
From the very first time she had given her body to a man, all it took was the touch of his hands against her skin to make her pussy flood with need. It had been a startling discovery, but oh so useful. Her body burned for a man’s touch, yearning to welcome a thick shaft to be buried deep inside. Archer was more skillful than most, bringing a scrumptious bite of pain with unfathomable gratification.
“If we don’t get to the bedroom, I’ll take you right here.” His words were no more than a hoarse growl, sending fresh waves of need quickening through her. His fingers tugged at her long locks, forcing her head backward as he bit along her neck and jaw.
Yes, this was how she needed it. It was fortunate that Archer was good for more than one round. Nothing pissed her off more than a man who couldn’t keep up.
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