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//-->Table of ContentsDedicationChapter One- EverlyChapter Two- ReignChapter Three- EverlyChapter Four- ReignChapter Five- EverlyChapter Six- ReignChapter Seven- EverlyChapter Eight- ReignChapter Nine- EverlyChapter Ten- EverlyChapter Eleven- ReignChapter Twelve- EverlyChapter Thirteen- ReignChapter Fourteen- EverlyChapter Fifteen- ReignROYAL ROMANCE! LADY ANASTASIA DURAS AND PRINCE REIGN OF VISALIAANNOUNCE THEIR ENGAGEMENT!Chapter Sixteen- ReignChapter Seventeen- EverlyChapter Eighteen- ReignComing soon! | The Billionaire Bodyguard (Ilya and Willow) | Make sure you don’t miss A Bridefor a Billionaire and One Night With The Billionaire, both available now!EXCERPT | MATTEOFor Tara, the publicist with the... mostest.Chapter One- EverlyThe drink in my hand was icy cold. I, however, was anything but.My hand trembled as I took a sip of my drink, the vodka in the martini burning as it slid down mythroat. I’d been sitting on the same stool for the last couple of hours, my back to the crowd thatcontinued to howl in what seemed to me to be mockery.It felt like all eyes were on me, even though rationally I knew that that wasn’t even remotely true.My own nerves were manifesting with enough force to become a tangible part of my existence.My body knew that it wanted to be here. My brain was struggling to catch up.The air inside the bar was stale with the scents of sweat and artificial fog, and it made it hard tobreathe... though to be fair, the shortness of breath might have just been from my skintight, peacockblue leather dress. The unyielding material had looked awesome in the mirror at the store, but nowthat I’d been sitting in the thing for hours, I was rethinking my choice.Oh, who was I kidding? I wasn’t just rethinking the dress. That’s why I’d been sitting on this barstool nursing my drink for so damn long... I was trying to get up the nerve to follow through with whathad seemed like such a good idea a few weeks ago.Restraint.The hottest new club in Miami, it had piqued my interest from the first time I’d heardabout it. Why?Restraint wasn’t just any old nightclub. Well, the main floor was, a haven for the singles scenewhere they could drink and get a little wild.The upper floors? That’s where you could get alotwild. Like, kinky wild. And that was why Iwas here. To explore that little streak of need that had kept me from fully enjoying any relationshipsince... well, since He Who Shall Not Be Named.I was sick of searching, when I knew damn well what it was that would fill the void.I hadn’t counted on my boss being so damn nosy. Note to self: don’t do computer searches for kinkclubs on work computers. Especially when your boss is rumored to be the partial owner of one.Needless to say, he’d taken note of that one particular search. Then he’d cornered me in my office.If I’d had any doubts about who I was and what I needed, they would have vanished when he’dpinned me with that don’t-even-think-of-lying stare and asked me if I was searching for an experiencewith a dominant man.For a moment, I’d thought he was hitting on me, and even though we weren’t any more thanbuddies, I’d responded briefly. Sexy as sin billionaire—who wouldn’t?Should have known he was just trying to get a truthful answer out of me. Rat bastard.And now here I was, sitting in the bar at Restraint, wild birds flocking through my veins. Tonightwas the night. Ilya had arranged a newbie scene for me—in essence, he’d sorted through clubmembers until he’d found one he thought might be a good fuck, from my point of view.And when I looked at it that way...Jesus.My fingers slipped on my glass as I sipped—okay, chugged—my martini—my hands were sweatyas hell. The sweet/tart apple taste did nothing to wash away the acrid flavor of my nerves. The fieryburn, though—that helped.It helped so much, I thought I’d order another. Maybe two. Hell, the bartender could just slide thebottles of vodka and mix my way and I’d have a party in my mouth.Party in my mouth.Being the dirty-minded biznatch that I was, that led my thoughts straight to...well. Hmm.Let’s just say it involved a sexy-as-sin dominant man, me on my knees, and my aforementionedmouth.If that sexy-as-sin fantasy partner happened to resemble someone who wasn’t allowed in mythoughts anymore, it didn’t mean a damn thing. I’d be replacing that phantom dream in a few moreminutes, anyway.Lifting my glass to my lips, I slugged back the last inch of virulently green apple martini. Thealcohol warmed the icy nerves that had crystallized in my belly.I signaled the bartender that I wanted another drink by waving my empty glass in the air, scowlingwhen it was plucked out my hand.“I think you’ve had quite enough to drink, Miss Allen.” The velvety voice, punctuated by a thicklayer of Russian accent, was one I’d know anywhere. And while at work it was a sound that usuallycommanded respect, here it brought out very different feelings.“I wouldn’t need another drink if you were the one walking me through this tonight.” I arched aneyebrow, reaching for my empty glass. He held it out of reach and narrowed his eyes at me.“You know very well why that’s a bad idea.” His voice was steel, and I knew—I’d always known—there was no changing his mind on this. And I got it.Boss and employee fucking equaled bad news. But this experience was a whole new world forme. A familiar face leading me through would have been nice.“One more?” I smiled in what I thought was a winning manner. Ilya simply shook his head, and Ifelt acceptance in every cell of my body. Yes, Ilya was dominant. And sexy. But apart fromresponding to his big bad alpha-ness?There was no heat. No sizzle. If anything, the notion of getting down and dirty with a boss that Ialso considered a good friend?Yeah. Didn’t do much for me at all.But that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy pulling his strings a little bit.“It’s okay, I get it.” Summoning my courage, I grinned up at him cheekily, sliding off my bar stool.“Now let’s go meet the lucky man you’ve chosen to see me naked.”“Everly.” Ilya winced, and I couldn’t help but snicker. Yep, the big Russian security mogul wasdefinitely more like a brother to me than anything else. And the thought of me having naked sexytimesquite clearly made him uncomfortable.This, of course, just gave me more ammunition to poke at him. Anything to distract me from myown nerves.“Is that a prudish side that I detect?” I smirked up at him. “How can you be part owner of a kinkclub and blush at the word naked?”Ilya glowered down at me. “Watch your tone, kitten.”“Kitten?” My mouth fell open. “Oh, I don’t think so.”Ilya caught me by the elbow, preventing me from stomping away in a temper. I eyed him warily ashis eyes hardened.“If you walk up those stairs to meet the man I’ve chosen for you, he’ll call you whatever he wants.He’lldowhatever he wants.” He tilted his head just the slightest bit, studying me. “Are you sure thisis what you want?”When he said it like that, I wasn’t sure at all. Not even a little bit. But I’d thought about this,fantasized about it for years. Ever sincehehad come into my life. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]