Paavola knew she couldn’t have Lazar. They hated each other from almost the first time they met, that’s what she kept telling herself. It was never to be her destiny. She knew it, but it didn’t make her heart feel any better. But Laz has also been her hero, and Paavola wants him, even though she’ll never admit it.
Laz wanted Paav, he did from the first time he saw her. Having her was never going to be easy, but he saved himself only for her and he was determined to make her his, fully. Now, he’s on a mission to find her and rescue her from an evil man she was forced to wed.
What happens when they are forced together to save a loved one from a monster of a man? The sparks will fly. Or they’ll kill each other, whichever comes first.
This is book three in the Cruel Masters series and can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This dystopian romance contains elements of danger, adventure, mystery, suspense, possible triggers for some readers, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said. He would come, just as her husband always did, without regard to her pleasure. But Laz held back, painful sounding grunts leaving his mouth. “I knew you would. I fucking knew you would.”
Each slide of his dick made the blood race to her pussy. Each motion rubbed along her clit, and eagerly she pressed up against him, angling for more. Laz grinned, as if knowing her plot. He wasn’t about to concede his role, as captain, as her commander, master and owner. He demanded control and he would take it. The grip on her hips grew tighter, his dick swelling inside of her. Full of his cock, his body’s weight felt just as good on top of her. No, she never wanted it to end. She would fight it to her dying day.
“Come, Sparrow,” he said, inhaling with each push of his hips. He grimaced, holding onto her tighter. “Fucking come.”
She wanted to, but until him she’d never been allowed. That pleasure had been reserved solely for her husband. Shaking her head, she whispered, “I don’t know if I can…”
“You can. You will,” Laz promised. Reaching between them, he rubbed the honey-slickness from her pussy up to her swollen clit, circling the tender flesh with increasing pressure. Her eyes met his widely.
“That’s it, baby. You can do it,” he said. Laz began frantically thrusting into her, deep grunts escaping his lips. “Ah, fuck, baby. I need you to goddamn come for me, sweet Paav.”
His words and motions instigated the passion inside of her, making her heart sting and bleed. She’d never have him for good, but she had him now. Without reason, without thought to the how or why of their future, her climax was imminent. Blood surged to her cunt, pulsing, pulsing, feeling so damned good. Laz looked her in the eye, pinching her clit while thrusting deeply. It was too much. She gasped, arching up, her breasts hitting the wall of his chest as her orgasm slammed into her.
“My god… Laz!”
It felt too good, too perfect, holding him inside of her, claiming him as she always dreamed of doing. His eyes met hers as he grunted loudly, the thrust of his hips jerky and wild, his seed pumping into her with each painful sounding exhale. His tight grip on her hips would leave bruises. His weight pressing on her as he made his last thrust made it impossible to breathe.
Paavola wouldn’t change a single thing. Not one single damned thing.