POWER AND POSSESSION by C.C. Gibbs (February 3, 2015; Forever E-Book; $4.99)
The ultimate pleasure lies in sweet surrender . . .
Brash. Brilliant. Devastatingly handsome. Billionaire playboy Rafe Contini can have any woman he wants-no strings, no commitments, no promises. But when American graduate student Nicole Parrish crashes his private party in Monte Carlo, he wants more than a casual one-night stand. He wants to possess this beautiful stranger-body, mind, and soul.
Nicole isn't interested in being possessed by any man-especially one as powerful as Rafe. But with a seductive smile and enigmatic charm, he lures her into his private world of erotic discovery and pushes her to the brink of ecstasy. In the summer days-and nights-that follow, they explore every forbidden fantasy, every willful desire, every wild, dizzying sensation. And come dangerously close to crossing the line-between love and lust, pleasure and pain, power and possession…
Excerpt:
“Where are you staying?”
“At my uncle’s apartment.”
“Come to my place.” He folded his
hands on the table, leaned forward a little, his gaze focused, her appeal
powerful as a riptide, ignoring the fact that what he was about to say was
messing with his head. “I’ll kick out everyone else.”
“Everyone else? Meaning?” She
didn’t lack confidence, and he was notorious for his casual sexual encounters.
For some reason he didn’t mind her
impertinence. “Only male friends. I never allow women to stay with me.” He smiled.
“Until now. So how about it?”
“Sure, I’d like that.” And suddenly the summer takes an interesting
turn. So far the boys of summer had been only mildly interesting. “But not
for long.” She wrinkled her nose. “I have to go back to school in a couple of
weeks.”
Rafe suddenly went still; her
little nose twitch reminded him of a child. “Just for the record,” he murmured,
“how old are you?” People graduated college at any age; he had at nineteen.
“Worried?” Nicole flashed him a
grin. “How much does it matter?”
He scowled. “It matters.”
“Or?”
“Or you’re gone.”
“Now neither of us wants that,” she
said, amusement in the blue of her eyes. “Do we?”
He didn’t move a muscle, even his
breathing quieted. “Don’t,” he said, very softly. “No games.”
Nicole’s voice was lush with
provocation. “Really? I’ve heard you like games.”
“You heard wrong.” He held her gaze
for a moment, then sighed. “Tell me your age or get the fuck out.” Hand of fate
or not, he didn’t do stupid.
“Twenty-two.” Her brows rose in
perfect arcs.
“So, are we seeing blue skies and
rainbows once again?” Honeyed sarcasm dripped from each word. “Or do I find
someone else at this party to entertain me?”
Rafe’s smile slowly unfurled and
his eyes took on a predatory glow. “You could try, I suppose. But you wouldn’t
get out the door.”
“Oh dear, oh my, I do declare,” she
lamented in playful parody. “Am I your captive?”
“You are.” Smoothly rising from his
chair, he strode toward the door. “Now I’m going to lock the door, then fuck
you till morning.”
“And then what?”
Whoa.
The unmistakable note of demand in her voice brought him to a stop. He turned.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
She met his insolent gaze and
smiled. “I said—and then what?… As in afterward.”
Audacious
or foolhardy? Fascinating certainly. He winked. “Afterward, you can tell me
your name. How’s that?”
She winked back. “I’ll think about
it.”
He went very still. “Is this a
contest?”
“I hope not,” she murmured, gazing
at him from under her long, dark lashes. “I hope I get what I want.”
“Which is?”
“Do you need a list?”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
Unsure whether it was anger or lust igniting his senses, his voice took on a
raspy edge and his golden gaze turned cold.
“I can’t answer that definitively,
but right now it looks like your dick knows what it’s doing,” she noted, with a
languid lift of her hand.
He looked at her for a moment. A
woman had never taunted him before and he wanted to pick her up and shove his
dick so far up her pussy he’d need a road map to get out.
“Don’t,” she said, very, very
softly. “This could be really good… mind-blowing in fact. You have to know
that.”
“Fuck you,” he whispered, shifting
his stance enough to ease the pressure on his erection.
“Anytime… Just not that way, okay?”
He dragged in a ragged breath.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
She held his gaze, unflinching.
“Nor you me.”
A smile slowly overcame his
discontent as he held her contentious stare. “Why don’t we see?” he said very
gently. “You might like it after all.” Then he reached back, turned the key in
the lock, slid it into his pocket, and moved toward her.”
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About the author:
C.C. Gibbs is the pen name of New York Timesbestselling author Susan Johnson. She divides her time between the Midwest and Northern California, and considers the life of a writer the best of all possible worlds. Bringing characters to life allows her imagination full rein and researching books is great fun!
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