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Thief of Hearts (In Service To The Billionaire)
Thief of Hearts (In Service To The Billionaire)
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Warning: this 71 page erotic romance novelette is for adult readers only!
Bailey Harrison, the shy, quiet housekeeper at Paraiso, a private luxury resort, has had countless decadent trysts with handsome billionaire Devlin Kinglsey...in her dreams.
But one day Devlin makes a personal request for Bailey to clean his penthouse suite, and when he catches her peeking into his bag of bondage paraphernalia...he punishes her in a shocking and sensual fashion which leaves her breathless and craving more.
Now, Devlin is demanding nothing less than Bailey's complete submission to his dominant desires...but what will he do when he finds out why she's really come to Paraiso?
And what dark shadows from Devlin's past threaten to destroy their budding relationship?
EXCERPT:
The elevator that took me to the penthouse opened into a living room out of my most decadent fantasies. The décor was done in themes of steel and stone, and there were wraparound floor to ceiling windows on two sides of the room, revealing a breathtaking view of the ocean. A pink and blue tropical sunset blazed across the skyline, like a gigantic living mural.
The flooring to the entryway was glossy granite, and I stopped there and kicked off my ugly shoes, leaving them next to my housekeeping cart. Then I entered the living room, and my feet sank ankle deep into the softest, fluffiest white carpet I’ve ever felt.
Just a quick tour, I promised myself. Then I’ll get right to work. After all, how many times would I have the opportunity to be in a room like this?
I walked through the massive living room, past the grand piano, under the gigantic twinkling chandelier, into the master bedroom, which featured wall to ceiling glass doors that led out to a huge balcony overlooking the ocean.
The bed was more than King-sized. Emperor sized? The frame was steel, and the bedding was silky and black, with piles of pillows, some in blue crushed velvet, some in blue silk.
On the nightstand lay a Rolex watch and a set of diamond and onyx cufflinks. I rolled my eyes. Rich people. They carelessly scattered around trinkets which cost enough to as much as the average person’s annual salary.
That wasn’t what interested me, though.
What drew my attention instead was the black leather bag sitting on top of the bed. It gapped open, and jutting out of it was…I walked over and looked inside.
It was a bag full of bondage paraphernalia. There were gleaming steel handcuffs, a riding crop, a paddle, a string of silvery ben wa balls, different styles and shapes of vibrators, bottles of lubricant…
I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and spread the bag open wide, peering inside, and as I did so, my nipples grew hard, and I felt dampness seeping between my legs. I’d always been fascinated by bondage, never quite trusted anyone enough to let them try it with me.
I lightly ran my fingers over the handle of the wooden paddle, and then stepped back, staring at the bag. I longed to open it wider and search through the contents, imagining how each implement would feel on my naked flesh, but I didn’t dare. And it wouldn’t be right. It would be a violation of privacy.
“See anything you like?” His voice cracked through the air like a whip. I spun around to face him.
Yes, him. Devlin Kingsley. This was his room.
And he’d just caught me going through his toy bag.
Chapter Three
Devlin strode towards me purposefully, with a panther’s grace. I was frozen on the spot. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it.
He stood towering over me, and I tipped my head back up to look at him. His cologne was earthy and smelled like a pine forest. His eyes were so blue and endlessly deep that I imagined falling into them and drowning. I was close enough to see that they were flecked with black.
My heart thudded against my rib cage. I was terrified and more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.
“Going through my things? Naughty, naughty,” he breathed. “You’ll have to be punished. Turn around.”
“Wh-what?” I gasped.
“You heard me. Turn around. I won’t tell you again.”
Bailey Harrison, the shy, quiet housekeeper at Paraiso, a private luxury resort, has had countless decadent trysts with handsome billionaire Devlin Kinglsey...in her dreams.
But one day Devlin makes a personal request for Bailey to clean his penthouse suite, and when he catches her peeking into his bag of bondage paraphernalia...he punishes her in a shocking and sensual fashion which leaves her breathless and craving more.
Now, Devlin is demanding nothing less than Bailey's complete submission to his dominant desires...but what will he do when he finds out why she's really come to Paraiso?
And what dark shadows from Devlin's past threaten to destroy their budding relationship?
EXCERPT:
The elevator that took me to the penthouse opened into a living room out of my most decadent fantasies. The décor was done in themes of steel and stone, and there were wraparound floor to ceiling windows on two sides of the room, revealing a breathtaking view of the ocean. A pink and blue tropical sunset blazed across the skyline, like a gigantic living mural.
The flooring to the entryway was glossy granite, and I stopped there and kicked off my ugly shoes, leaving them next to my housekeeping cart. Then I entered the living room, and my feet sank ankle deep into the softest, fluffiest white carpet I’ve ever felt.
Just a quick tour, I promised myself. Then I’ll get right to work. After all, how many times would I have the opportunity to be in a room like this?
I walked through the massive living room, past the grand piano, under the gigantic twinkling chandelier, into the master bedroom, which featured wall to ceiling glass doors that led out to a huge balcony overlooking the ocean.
The bed was more than King-sized. Emperor sized? The frame was steel, and the bedding was silky and black, with piles of pillows, some in blue crushed velvet, some in blue silk.
On the nightstand lay a Rolex watch and a set of diamond and onyx cufflinks. I rolled my eyes. Rich people. They carelessly scattered around trinkets which cost enough to as much as the average person’s annual salary.
That wasn’t what interested me, though.
What drew my attention instead was the black leather bag sitting on top of the bed. It gapped open, and jutting out of it was…I walked over and looked inside.
It was a bag full of bondage paraphernalia. There were gleaming steel handcuffs, a riding crop, a paddle, a string of silvery ben wa balls, different styles and shapes of vibrators, bottles of lubricant…
I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and spread the bag open wide, peering inside, and as I did so, my nipples grew hard, and I felt dampness seeping between my legs. I’d always been fascinated by bondage, never quite trusted anyone enough to let them try it with me.
I lightly ran my fingers over the handle of the wooden paddle, and then stepped back, staring at the bag. I longed to open it wider and search through the contents, imagining how each implement would feel on my naked flesh, but I didn’t dare. And it wouldn’t be right. It would be a violation of privacy.
“See anything you like?” His voice cracked through the air like a whip. I spun around to face him.
Yes, him. Devlin Kingsley. This was his room.
And he’d just caught me going through his toy bag.
Chapter Three
Devlin strode towards me purposefully, with a panther’s grace. I was frozen on the spot. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it.
He stood towering over me, and I tipped my head back up to look at him. His cologne was earthy and smelled like a pine forest. His eyes were so blue and endlessly deep that I imagined falling into them and drowning. I was close enough to see that they were flecked with black.
My heart thudded against my rib cage. I was terrified and more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.
“Going through my things? Naughty, naughty,” he breathed. “You’ll have to be punished. Turn around.”
“Wh-what?” I gasped.
“You heard me. Turn around. I won’t tell you again.”
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