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Total pages in book: 83
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The second the whip was placed in my hand, I snapped. I couldn't turn away. I needed this. The man I fought for so long has returned, more feral than before. Will Rome still love me? Or will she leave?
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Calloway

The sound of the whip was amplified in my ear, sounding three times as loud and three times as powerful. My fingers gripped the leather handle like it might slip away at any moment. I lashed it across her back and her ass, making her moan and cry at the exact same time.

I finally felt like myself again.

When I told Isabella what to do, she obeyed. Having that unfaltering obedience gave me an adrenaline rush like no other. I had the power once more, the absolute control. I got what I wanted and was respected as the strong Dom that I was.

Her back was marked extensively, and I had my fill. I replaced the whip on the stand and took a seat on the leather sofa against the wall. My heart was still beating a million miles a minute, throbbing inside my chest like I’d just won a marathon.

Isabella remained on her knees, not moving despite the uncomfortable position. She didn’t raise her head or lift her gaze. She stayed still like a statue, fulfilling her role as a sub beautifully.

I propped my fingers across my mouth, letting my fingertips rest against my bottom lip. I stared at where she waited, enjoying the silent power I had over her. Jackson left long ago, retreating to his office so I could have privacy to be the man I truly was.

After making her sit just like that for nearly ten minutes, I allowed her to move. “You can relax.”

She immediately pulled her legs from underneath her because she was uncomfortable. She felt the marks along her back then turned her gaze on me.

“Eyes on the floor,” I barked. “I never gave you permission to look at me.”

She snapped her neck and stared at the floor, making up for the error by being still.

My body tightened in approval at her reaction, overwhelmed by the high her obedience gave me. My fingers moved over the stubble of my chin while the other hand made a fist. I couldn’t combat the joy that coursed through my veins. I felt more alive than I had in nearly a year. Instead of feeling guilty or ashamed, I felt free. “You’re not to touch me. Do you understand?” My own voice echoed back at me, amplified by the four solid walls surrounding us. It was amazing how quickly I fell back into place. It was like my true self had never left in the first place. This was the man I was all along—underneath my mask.

Isabella’s eyes didn’t move.

“You may speak.”

Like the good submissive she was, she didn’t do anything unless I specifically allowed it. “Yes.”

I growled in response, telling her that wasn’t the right answer.

“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly, her breathing deep and erratic. She fell right back into our dance, her arousal obvious in the way she licked her lips. There would be no touching, and certainly, no fucking. But it would get her aroused for the man she chose to sleep with.

“You will do as I say, when I command it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’re not monogamous. You’re free to be with any Dom you want. But when I walk in here, you’re mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I felt like a king in that moment, a man with more power than a superhero. I was a Dom again, the darker version of myself. The fact that it felt so natural only convinced me what I was doing was necessary, not wrong. “Get on the bed. Ass in the air.”

She nearly ran to the bed because she was so excited, probably hoping I would fuck her like a dog in heat.

“One hand on your left cheek.” I didn’t get up from my spot on the couch. My hands came together and rested in my lap.

She balanced herself on her knees and one arm before she placed her left hand on her ass cheek.

“Spank yourself, Isabella. Hard.”

I’d never asked her to do anything like this, so she hesitated.

“What did I say, Isabella?” My voice turned threatening all on its own.

She smacked her palm against her left cheek, making a loud clapping noise.

“You can do better than that.”

She did it harder, this time leaving a handprint.

I stared at her with satisfaction. “We’re going to do ten of those. You’re going to count with me. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Go.”

She pulled her hand back before she slapped it hard against her left cheek, making it turn red along with the whip marks I already gave her. Her breath came out shaky, her words a whisper. “One…”

“That wasn’t good enough, Isabella. Start over.”

Her hand shook before she obeyed, slapping herself harder. This time, her word came out loud. “One…”

2

Rome

I didn’t know when Calloway would be home, so I had dinner and put the leftovers in the fridge. I had some laundry to do along with other chores, and without him there to distract me, I got things done pretty quickly.

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Black Obsidian Read Online Victoria Quinn (Obsidian #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/black-obsidian-1-read-online-victoria-quinn Fri, 18 Nov 2016 13:57:33 +0000 https://www.test123.demo2.xyz/?p=3369 Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Authors: Victoria Quinn Series: Obsidian Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 95
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I was standing at the bar and waiting for a friend when it happened. When my life changed forever. She strutted inside with her head held high with grace, not pretentiousness. With legs that reached her neck, and an hourglass frame perfect for gripping, she got me hard instantly. And those green eyes got the rest of my body hard too. Mistaking me for the man who cheated on her friend, she walked up to me, those green eyes burning with fire, and she slapped me so hard my skin bubbled. And damn, it felt good. She slapped me two more times, using her petite size to gain momentum as her palm crushed into my skin. I never wanted it to end. I'd never met a woman who made pain feel so good. I'd never met a woman as strong as myself. I'd never met a woman I wanted to dominate more. I'd never met a woman like her. Rome Moretti. My next submissive.
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Calloway

I lifted the glass to my mouth and felt the ice cubes slide all the way down until they touched my lips. Like pieces of winter, they cooled my mouth just before the burn of the scotch hit my throat and seared me from the inside out.

I lived for that burn.

Jackson was supposed to meet me nearly fifteen minutes ago, but that piece of shit hadn’t shown his face. A hot little number probably got his attention along the way, and like always, he got sidetracked.

Couldn’t blame him.

The black ring on my right hand felt heavy with commitment. It was the only piece of jewelry I wore other than my watch, and it took some getting used to. To everyone else, it was just a ring. It had no meaning and no voice.

But in my world, its significance was quite clear.

Anytime I was out in the regular world, I wondered if anyone recognized me for what I really was—a dark and twisted asshole. The shit I was into turned most women away. The ones who were brave enough to stick around always changed their minds. My tastes were specific and they would never change, which was why I needed to stick to my world and not bother with the real one.

If this really was the real one.

The door to the bar opened, accompanied by an ice-cold breeze. I felt it on the back of my neck, caressing the nearly invisible strands of hair that poked out underneath my collar. The black suit and tie were my favorites—fit to a T. I had work that evening, and I always looked the part.

For whatever reason, and for no reason at all, I turned my attention to the open door. Two women walked inside, one blonde and one brunette. Both petite in stature and pretty in their unique ways, they turned heads as they entered.

My eyes went to the brunette.

I had a thing for brunettes. Always had and always would.

She wore a black pencil skirt that was snug on her womanly hips. Curves that made my throat turn dry caught my attention, and I immediately fantasized about gripping her thighs then slowly raising my hands up her skirt, pulling the fabric along until her panties were exposed to my mercy—or cruelty.

It took a lot to impress me when it came to women, and not because I was picky or superficial, but because I received enough satisfaction every day and every night to dim my desire. My fantasies were a reality, and I had no interest in looking for a woman who couldn’t fulfill them.

But she caught my eye anyway.

She had an hourglass figure, perfect for guiding up and down my length with my hands on her hips. Perky tits were pressed tightly against her pink blouse, and she had a slender neck with a pronounced hollow in her throat—perfect for my tongue to explore.

She wore five-inch heels and rocked them like they were sandals, and thin and toned legs were obvious below the cut of her skirt. They nearly reached her neck because they were so long. Every woman had specific traits that made them sexy. Sometimes they had a nice rack or ass. Sometimes they had a slender waistline that I could wrap my arms around twice. Sometimes they had legs like hers, the kind I pictured around my waist.

But this woman had them all.

My eyes didn’t lose their focus as I watched her like a hawk, my mind obsessed and my cock hard. When she passed through the crowd, she parted the way with her natural power. She commanded the room as she held her head high with the elegance of a queen. But her smile was innocent like that of a princess.

My legs wanted to move in her direction and stake a claim before someone else could make a move. I wanted to tell her my name and hear hers in return. She probably had the sexiest voice, classy like the rest of her traits.

But I couldn’t.

My hands were tied.

I made a commitment to someone else. Our bond wasn’t based on love, friendship, or anything else remotely meaningful. But when I gave someone my word, I kept it. If a man’s word didn’t count for anything, then he automatically lost his self-worth. That was a lesson my father taught me, and it was the only one I respected.

So I turned away and glanced at my watch.

Where was he?

A woman’s voice sounded behind me, and judging by its beauty and power, it could only belong to one person. Without turning around to make sure my assumption was correct, I knew it belonged to the woman who got me harder than steel.

“That guy is such a fucking asshole. I can’t believe he did that to you.”

I smirked at the way she cursed. She meant every word and said it with a backbone, but her stature made it hard to take her seriously. She was simply too soft on the eyes to have a dirty mouth.

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Black Promise read online Victoria Quinn (Obsidian #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/black-promise-3-read-online-victoria-quinn Fri, 18 Nov 2016 01:57:33 +0000 https://www.test123.demo2.xyz/?p=3362 Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Authors: Victoria Quinn Series: Obsidian Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 72
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)

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I gave up everything for Rome. The one woman I couldn't live without. But could I keep my promise and turn my back on everything? Could I really forsake being a Dom? Or will I pull her into the darkness with me anyway?
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Rome

I was home alone because Calloway went to Ruin. He said he had important business to take care of that he couldn’t ignore. He left a guard outside the house to keep an eye on the place so I wouldn’t be unprotected.

Even though the guy was a trained professional and had a gun, I still preferred Calloway’s protection.

I’d slept with him because I couldn’t keep my legs closed any longer. Without any action for six weeks, I had been going crazy. And knowing that big, sexy man was just across the hall from me tested my patience.

So I caved.

Nothing was different between us, and to top it off, Calloway went to Ruin immediately afterward. So the odds of us ever coming to an agreement were slim.

I slept in my own bedroom because I had no idea how long he would be gone. The insecure side of me wondered if he was hooking up with a sub at that very moment, some woman who liked to have a chain around her neck. He’d just made love to me, but he might have already jumped into rough sex with someone else.

I had to remind myself Calloway would never do that.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in my bed. If Calloway came home, he must have stayed in his own bedroom so he wouldn’t disrupt me. I got ready for work like I did every morning then ran into him downstairs.

He looked exhausted, like he was out late last night. In fact, it looked like he hadn’t slept at all. “Good morning.”

I shouldered my purse. “Morning.”

We left together, his driver taking us to the office. As always, we walked inside together, the rest of the employees knowing beyond a doubt we were officially an item. My colleagues didn’t talk to me the way they used to, as if they feared anything they said would make its way back to Calloway.

I hated it.

Instead of going to his office like usual, he walked me all the way to mine.

“You don’t need to—”

“I want to talk to you after work. It’s important.” He stood in front of me, brooding with his vibrant blue eyes. In his suit, he looked like a powerhouse. He didn’t just own this building, but the entire city.

“Okay…” It must be about the sex we’d had the night before. But I didn’t know why he would bring it up now just to leave me hanging all day.

Without another word, he turned around and walked down the hallway, his ass looking tight in his slacks.

The second he was gone, I wanted him to come back. I didn’t want to sit in my office all day knowing he was on the other side of the building. I wanted to know what he wanted to talk about—and if it was good news or bad news.

At the end of the day, he arrived at my office. Silent but loud with authority, he leaned against the doorframe as he announced his presence with mere power.

I felt him behind me, so I turned around in my chair to look at him.

He stood with his hands in the pockets of his suit, his shoulders phenomenally broad and powerful. I remembered the way they felt when I dragged my nails down his back. The muscles tensed and coiled underneath my touch.

I grabbed my things and prepared to leave, responding to the silent command he gave me. He was like a caveman, expecting me to read his body language to understand what he wanted. I met him at the door, and we walked out together, my private bodyguard silent with imminent threat.

His driver took us back to his house near the edge of the city. I was tempted to ask him what he wanted to talk about, but since he hadn’t mentioned it, I assumed he wanted to wait until we were alone together.

We walked inside, and I slipped off my heels as I usually did, just like when I stayed with him for a few months.

He locked the door behind us and immediately turned on me, his expression dark. It wasn’t clear if he was mad or just intense. Lately, I couldn’t tell with him. He was so out of his mind with rage that he was unpredictable. “I don’t know if I can give you everything you want, like the house with the picket fence and the kids…but I can give you this.” He pulled a box out of his pocket and popped it open, revealing a black diamond ring made out of white gold.

I knew he wasn’t proposing to me. But I didn’t know what he was trying to say either.

“I signed Ruin over to Jackson. It’s his now. I have nothing to do with the place.”

Now that I knew where this conversation was going, I could hardly breathe. He said he wouldn’t give anything up for me. It was impossible for him to do. But here he was, making a compromise I hadn’t thought he was capable of making.

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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)

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I know I'm never going to change. I was born in the darkness, and that's exactly where I'll remain. Rome is sweet, gentle, and vanilla. But I'll change all of that. I'll show her who I really am. And slip that black diamond onto her finger.
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Rome

Living with Christopher wasn’t quite as strange as I expected.

The apartment was big enough that we didn’t need to share much space. He had the master bedroom with his own bathroom and shower. I used the guest bathroom near the living room, so we didn’t get in each other’s way in the morning before work. Neither one of us ate much, so sharing food wasn’t a problem either. We went to the grocery store once a week and purchased the bare essentials, but dirty dishes never piled up in the sink because neither one of us used them.

Of course, Christopher brought women back to the apartment often. When they first looked at me, they despised me, viewing me as a threat. But once Christopher explained I was his poor sister who needed to shack up with him, they actually cracked a smile.

But other than that, everything was fine.

I didn’t need a driver to take me to work because my office was just two blocks away. Calloway didn’t mind my walking there, especially since Christopher had to head that direction anyway. So I had someone to keep me company on the short journey.

I came home after work one afternoon to find Christopher on the couch, placing a cold beer on a coaster. He was still in his collared shirt and tie, his jacket hanging over the back of the couch. “Hey.”

“Yo.” He didn’t take his eyes off the TV. “How are the stinky homeless people?”

I set my purse on the counter and pulled out my phone. “Christopher, don’t call them that.”

“What?” he asked. “It’s not like it’s untrue.”

“But even so.”

“We were stinky homeless people once upon a time.” He continued to stare at the screen even though he didn’t seem truly interested in it.

I dropped the conversation because it was pointless anyway. “How was work?”

“Good. Stocks are high. I’m doing a lot of selling.”

I’d never cared for his profession or tried to understand it. It was far too mathematical and unpredictable for me to truly care about. I’d always been interested in the behaviors of people and society, not making money.

I grabbed the mail sitting on the counter and rifled through it, not seeing anything for me. I’d changed my mailing address to this apartment so I didn’t have to head to my post office box all the time. If Hank really wanted to bother me, he could come here. My bat would love to say hello.

I slipped off my heels and fell into the armchair, my feet finally relaxing after a long day of walking around my office.

“How’s Prince Charming?”

“I don’t know who you’re referring to.” I eyed the TV, seeing a cartoon. Christopher was a grown man who was successful and intelligent, but he still acted like a child. Since neither one of us had really had a childhood, I didn’t give him shit for it.

“Oh, come on. Yes, you do.”

“You mean my sexy boyfriend?”

He rolled his eyes. “Sure. Whatever.”

“Good. He’s glad I moved in here with you.”

“I bet,” he said with a chuckle. “That way I can make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

“I never do stupid things,” I countered.

“You fought a thug who broke into your apartment, busted your lip, and bruised your face.” He turned his eyes to me, giving me a glare. “Yes, you do stupid stuff.”

Calloway and Christopher would throw that in my face forever. “Okay, that’s the one stupid thing that I’ve done.”

“Ro, I have a list. But I don’t have the energy to go through the whole thing. So, are you going to his place for dinner?”

I picked up on his train of thought. “Trying to get rid of me because you have a hot date coming over?”

“I wouldn’t call her a hot date. Just a fuck buddy that’s in town for a business meeting.”

Christopher usually gave me a heads-up when he needed to be alone in the apartment, and I appreciated the notification so I could find something else to do. I definitely didn’t want to be here for their hump-a-thon. “I’ll go to Calloway’s place.”

“Perfect.”

As if he knew we were talking about him, Calloway called.

“Ooh,” Christopher said. “It’s Prince Charming…”

I ignored the nickname and took the call. “Hey, sexy.”

Christopher cringed then walked into his bedroom on the other side of the apartment, not wanting to listen to this conversation.

Deep and powerful, Calloway’s masculine voice came through the phone. “Hey, Vanilla.”

I’d become used to the nickname even though I didn’t really feel vanilla anymore. “Are you free tonight? I need to get out of the apartment because Christopher is having company—the slutty kind.”

“You know you’re always welcome here.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

“A big yes.” Whenever he spoke to me, he always had very little to say, and he always got to the point. He seemed to issue commands more often than participate in a fluid conversation. “So, get over here.”

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