Pierced Hearts #5
by Cari Silverwood
Wren, the rich girl with a tainted past, is on a crusade to track down her father’s murderer only to find not one, but two, bad men.
Glass is the dominating ex-SAS soldier. Each man is determined to keep Wren for himself using methods that may be illegal, immoral, or likely to make somebody feel the pain for a long, long time.
If you lie down with bad men, be prepared to get up on your knees.
The ending will be the reader’s decision. Give Wren to the dark or to the light, then read the other ending if you wish to. Mindf**ks included free.
This is a dark erotic story and some readers may find it disturbing.
Excerpt from Yield
She met me in the hallway, wearing the blue bikinis with the tassels.
They fit her like a glove, a dirty depraved glove that covered her like body paint, and showed everything that needed seeing when her nipples peaked. I could even extrapolate the shape of her pussy. Not looking would’ve taken a court order.
I checked inside my head for those regrets. Conflicted, man, conflicted.
If I had a conscience it was a damn fornicating voyeur of a conscience. My libido was taking me somewhere my brain had rejected.
In her hand was her dress and a red bra, the straps dangling, and those panties – I could just see the edge of them. As I approached, I think my stare was close to nailing her to the wall behind her, because she gaped at me then stepped back and hit that same wall.
“Wait.” She held up a hand, waving it palm out. “Glass, I thought you’d changed your mind. You were so civil at the table.”
Civil? What man was civil?
I’m pretty sure I growled.
My little victim.
In one stride I was in front of her. I could see myself fastening her to that wall with my hands on her neck and my leg between hers. I could feel it. I flexed my fists. Don’t.
I pressed my forehead to hers. What better route into her mind than through her eyes – through the trembling of her eyelashes and the shifting shades of blue in those irises.
“I was thinking of letting you go home untouched. Then…this.”
I trailed my gaze down to her cleavage and beyond. Every curve led to another and downward, her breasts, her hips, that cute belly button I wanted to stick my tongue in, the slight mound of her stomach. She was a sexual puzzle with the best ever prize when you solved her.
Eyes wide, mouth open, she didn’t even bother to try to stop me. Her hands were splayed against the wall either side of her as if she needed that to stop her falling to the floor.
Her clothes had landed in a pile at her feet.
She hadn’t run.
Maybe I could do this without breaking her.
I put my mouth to the side of her face and my lips moved on her ear as I spoke. “You’re fucking with my head. I do all kinds of shit to you, and you don’t run? You don’t scream or panic or look for the door? From now on, if you stay, I’m going to do what I like to you. Fuck etiquette. Hear me?”
Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.
She writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.
And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs...a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
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