Publication Date: January 23, 2015
Victoria Hart is supposed to be the enemy. She is an undercover detective who infiltrated my hotel and casino as an employee to take down my illegal enterprise. What she doesn’t know is I am fully aware of it. The operation I’m orchestrating is monumental compared to anything her mind could envision. It’s the burning desire I feel when she’s near that I didn’t see coming. An unwavering draw to touch her, and the need to break down her walls is testing my restraint; however, nothing can stand in the way of my ultimate goal. She could destroy everything my brothers and I have worked toward to avenge our father’s death. To keep the upper hand, it is vital to know your enemy. How deeply can I go, peeling back her intriguing layers while still concealing the truth? How much of Victoria can I claim before she’s too close … too close for me to let her go? This novel ends in a cliffhanger and is for a mature audience due to harsh language and descriptive sexual scenes.
18+ Excerpt: Victoria’s POV:
His fingers stroke my wet panties, causing me to gasp. My eyes open, and he’s piercing me with a lascivious gaze. Hooking his fingers over the top of the satiny fabric, he inches them along my legs and up over my knees until he’s lifting each foot to remove them.
Even though I’m headed straight toward a brick wall, I can’t bring myself to hit the brakes. Adrian will believe this was an act. I was truly engaged during our many in-depth conversations.
He’s intelligent, interesting and caring. I genuinely find humor in his witty remarks and miss his presence when he’s not near, yet he won’t believe any of it. He’ll think it was all pretend.
There is only a collision ahead, but I can’t stop it. I’m selfish, wanting the attention he gives me. Adrian’s touch is addictive, the anticipation alone igniting a high … an exhilarating rush to ride on.
“Tell me to touch you, Victoria. Aside from your soaked pussy giving it away, convince me you want this.” His voice is controlled yet commanding.
“I want you to touch me. Fuck, please, touch me now …” I’m breathless, my words uttered with desperation. Two fingers slip into me as his other hand slides up the outside of my leg. It snakes around my knee, and his lips tenderly kiss the inside of it.
Fingers move in time with his thumb that is rubbing circles of pleasure, provoking shameless moans to leave my dry mouth.
An animalistic sound rattles Adrian’s chest, his earnest stare still anchored to mine. His hand moves from my knee and massages my breast.
“Mmmm,” I hum. The pleasure heightens as he twists my nipple and tugs on it. All at once, an orgasm takes hold. “Adrian.”
“Come, Victoria. Come on my fingers. God, I’m dying to fuck you.”
About the Author
Scarlet Wolfe began writing in January of 2013 as a way to distract and heal from some of the grief she was dealing with after the death of her teenage son. She instantly fell in love with bringing characters to life. Releasing contemporary romance throughout 2013, she has branched out this year, releasing erotica and teen.When not writing, Scarlet enjoys spending time with her family and friends. She loves coffee, chocolate, wine, stories about possessive, hot alpha males, and other flavors of ice cream besides vanilla. She hopes her writing will encourage readers to feel more comfortable exploring their sexuality.
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