rouses, clamoring for blood. When he sees Ayla Clark dancing, her movements
exuding grace, passion and joy, he knows he must have her.
tears, pleas for mercy. But when Ayla breaks the mold, his whole world spirals
out of control and feelings he thought he could never have again resurface.
she was perfect, but she’s the broken doll on the shelf.
performance as Giselle and flirting with the handsome Grisha Vasiliev, the
owner of one of the most prestigious ballet companies in the country. Now,
she’s tied up and at his mercy, begging for more of his attention, while
fighting to keep her own secrets buried in the dark.
her heel and raced out the door. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor
almost painfully. The glass shard cut into her hand but she didn’t dare release
it yet. Lights blinked on as she ran down the hall and up a set of stairs.
Tripping, she dropped her primitive weapon.
to pick it up but continued until the top. She clutched her stomach. It couldn’t
be. A thick metal door loomed before her. She lunged at it, screaming and
crying, shouting for help, but it didn’t budge.
pure steel, locked with a key and an electronic panel.”
face Grisha. He stood a few steps behind her, arms crossed over his chest, eyes
gleaming with predatory intent. Her shoulders slumped. A lump formed in her
Grisha. Let me go.”
rich, powerful. You can have anything you want. Why?” she insisted. “I swear I
won’t say anything. This never happened.”
way this works, sweetheart.”
out and she slid to the floor. Her head spun. None of this made any sense.
Grisha towered over her. Tears gathered behind her lids. She inched forward,
hugging his left leg.
hand on her head. She looked up at him. The power of his gaze undid the well of
emotions within her. She would never get out of here. Sobs racked her body. She
clung to him, beseeching him.
the floor next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Ayla’s arms wrapped around
his neck naturally. He caressed her back in soothing circles. She burrowed her
face into the collar of his shirt, his fresh, woodsy essence entering her
system. Familiar. Welcoming. Slowly, her tears ebbed replaced by confusion. Why
did he comfort her?
going to do to me?” she whispered.
chin. His gaze danced over her face for an instant. His brow furrowed. The blue
in his eyes darkened to midnight depths. Then his lips were on her, pressing,
claiming, sparking her body alive. Her brain shut down. His tongue met hers and
she opened up, eager to taste more. He demanded and she willingly gave.
do as he pleased. His hands touched her everywhere, leaving behind a trail of
burning need. Liquid gathered at the apex between her thighs. Her clit
her swollen breast, squeezing the turgid nub between his fingers. She moaned.
He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking. She
arched, whimpering. His heavy hand slid across her thigh to her pussy.
Relentless fingers probed her entrance.
head, embarrassed. Grisha thrust a digit into her. Ayla sucked in air.
You want this,” he said, his voice husky and gritty.
this,” he whispered, pushing another finger into her, slowly pumping them. She
little dancer wants my cock in her cunt, doesn’t she?”
what this tells me.” He curled his finger across her G-spot and began to
massage it. She shook from head to toe.
sweetheart? Want more?”
rubbed her. The pressure increased. Ayla threw back her head. Her hips swayed
involuntarily. His strokes turned quick and short. Sweat trickled down her
to come for me, Ayla, and you’re going to do it now.”
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling,
sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love.
the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some
tapas with her friends.