Scoundrels & Scotch (Top Shelf Book 3)

by Alta Hensley

  “I’m saying goodbye to my doll, and saying hello to my muse. But I have to warn you again,” Victor practically growled. “My art will always be dark, kinky, and twisted in the best of ways.”

  He reached for the rest of the ribbon, tore it in half with his teeth again, grabbed one of my legs, and tied one ankle to the bedpost and then secured the other, spreading me wide open. In mere moments, I found myself sprawled out on the bed, under Victor’s control. I tried to move, tried to test the strength of the bonds. A shiver ran down my spine when I couldn’t move. I was his. Yes, I was his.

  “Victor…” I moaned.

  He kissed one breast and then the other. He sucked each nipple, slightly nipping with his teeth. I gasped; I moaned. I had never been restricted before and not able to hold onto someone. The feeling of being defenseless was terrifying but electrifying at the same time.

  “Please. I want to hold you,” I begged. The need to touch his skin consumed me.

  Ignoring my plea, he continued his descent down my abdomen with kisses. He reached his final destination, his lips caressing every ounce of flesh, licking my entire mound until I was desperate for more. I was dying to feel his tongue delve into me. I wanted to feel the invasion, the penetration. The man had a way to intensify every emotion and sensation in my body. I needed him. I hungered for him. I craved everything about him. Yet, I knew the ultimate power was his, and he would lead this delicious dance as he saw fit.

  “Victor!” I screamed when his tongue connected with my clit. A surge of sensation stole my breath. “I want you,” I pleaded as I tested the ties again. I was aching to touch, desperate to have some control back.

  My body frantically searched for release any way that it could as I shamelessly ground my pussy against his face and mouth. I needed to come. God, I hoped he’d make me come. But I needed more than his mouth. I needed his cock in me, and just as I was about to demand he fuck me, he moved away from my needy cunt and lowered his body on top of mine. I tried to reach for him. I tried to embrace his body. But the constraints of the ties held me in place.

  “Untie me,” I begged.

  He simply shook his head and slowly eased his way in between my legs. He captured my gaze and never released it as his cock spread me wide. He stared deep into my eyes, linking our souls, connecting our energy.

  He pressed deeper with every gasp from me as if my sounds of pleasure fueled the energy and desire inside of him.

  I moaned.

  He pressed on.

  I cried out.

  He fucked me harder.

  His own moans became the soundtrack to the most amazing sex of my life. Just when I thought it couldn’t be better with this man, he proved me wrong.

  Victor pressed deep within me and suddenly stopped. Without either of our bodies moving, I could feel nothing more than his dick deep within me. Taking that moment of stillness did something to me. I felt a connection and closeness I hadn’t known possible. I looked into his eyes and just smiled. It began with just my lips, but staring into Victor’s face, I knew my pleasure was reflected in his eyes.

  “I’m yours,” I admitted freely. “Not as your doll, but as yours.”

  “I wanted nothing more than to hear those words.”

  “Untie me. Let me show you how much I’m yours. Let me prove how much I want to belong to you,” I whispered.

  Victor lightly touched his lips to mine, pulled his cock out of me, and then slowly untied one hand and then the other. He took his time to untie and after each bond was removed, he kissed and licked the reddened area to soothe the sting. I hadn’t realized how much I’d fought against the restraints until he did so.

  Once all the ties were removed, I crawled into Victor’s lap, pressed my lips to his neck, and took the moment to just be held and feel protected. I enjoyed the soft, the calm… the love. I moved my lips to his and kissed him until I felt that our lips had melted together. His breath was mine, my breath was his. I felt his tongue lightly move along mine, his hands caressed, we embraced.

  Victor eased me onto my back and slowly rubbed his cock along my throbbing clit. The sensation sent an emotion through me that nearly brought tears to my eyes. I became whole, so complete. Having Victor so close to me felt… right.

  He moved the tip of his dick at a slow and sensual pace. He caressed my hair and smiled softly while looking into my eyes. “I can’t do soft any longer. I need to fuck you hard before I explode,” he confessed.

  A growl worked its way past his lips as he grabbed me by the hips and in one hard thrust, drove himself deep within the warmth of my body. I wrapped my legs tighter around his back and thrust my hips to drive him even deeper. I moaned at the feeling of him spreading me. I craved more. I wanted him to drive in and out at a rapid speed.

  I felt like a sex-crazed vixen beneath Victor as he pumped in and out with a force and speed that brought an impending orgasm near. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my lips to his again. He drove his tongue deep within my mouth, never letting go of his grip. He dominated me with the pull, with the thrust of his hips, and with the power he had over the building explosion of pleasure begging for release.

  “Let go for me. Let go, baby,” he demanded with a deep sensual voice.

  Knowing—through all my time of being trained as one of his precious dolls—that I should never go against one of Victor’s commands, I let the climax take over. The fire worked its way from my toes all the way to my head. My moan became louder, louder until it became a scream.

  With the sound of my release ringing throughout the room, Victor pumped hard one last time, filling me with his seed. Claiming me. Marking me. Forever his.

  No longer his special doll.

  I was simply… his.

  The End

  Devils & Rye

  Release Date: March 27, 2018

  Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

  It had been years since I had seen her.

  Years since I last saw those eyes with pure, raw innocence.

  So much time had passed since I lusted after what I knew I should resist.

  But she was so right.

  And I was so wrong.

  To claim her as mine was breaking the rules. Boundaries should not be broken. But temptation weakens my resolve.

  With the pull of my dark desires…

  I know that I can’t hide from my sinful thoughts—and actions—forever.

  *Devils & Rye is a dark billionaire romance. If you don’t like a splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

  About the Author

  Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

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  I am an assassin.

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  The villain.

  I own it. I choose this life. Hell, I crave it. I hunger for it. The smell of fear makes me hard and is the very reason the blood runs through my veins.

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  No weapon can protect me from the kind of death she will ultimately deliver.

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  Sipping on whiskey, smoking cigars, and conducting multi-million dollar deals in our own personal playground of indulgence, there isn’t anything I can’t have… and that includes HER. I can also have HER if I want.

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  Till death do us part.

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  Trapped in a twisted and dark courtship. Forced and trained in the wifely duties of an obedient bride.

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  Captive ever after…

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  What happens when your body, mind, and soul betray you?

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  You utter the words you never thought you would say.

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  Yes.

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  He really fucked me up.

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  Ashes to ashes, dust to motherfucking dust.

  Standing in the shadows, I watched as the flames leapt from the building to lick at the night sky. I couldn’t help but think that fire was the ultimate cleanser. Tremendous heat consumed all in its path, nature’s way of wiping the slate clean. Too bad it was constrained to only this one building. If I had my way, every crack house in the city would be turned to ash.

  When the roof caved in, the crash muffled by the roar of the fire, I pulled out a cell phone. When the ring was answered, I said, “There’s a fire at 1242 Rockland and the place is an inferno.” I listened to the dispatcher and then replied, “No, I’m pretty sure it’s empty, but I guess you never know with these fucking dope heads.”

  “Your name, sir?”

  The dispatcher on the other end didn’t need my name. It was far easier to shut the phone off than it was to shut out the anger I’d felt since the moment I’d learned of the existence of the house… or more importantly, the address the young girl I’d thought I’d managed to turn away from this shitty life she had called home. She had tried to pass herself off as twenty-two, but I’d known that was bullshit from the moment the lie had passed her lips. It wasn’t a good idea to lie, especially not to me. It hadn’t taken me ten minutes to discover she was a sixteen-year-old runaway.

  And now a prostitute.

  She’d been picked up on a sweep one night. Just one whore among many trying to survive by selling the only thing they had… their bodies. I’d seen hundreds of prostitutes during my time on the force. Hell, for some, the station was considered their all-inclusive resort. Three squares a day, a place to sleep without some John grunting on top of them, a cell was their vacation spot.

  But not this one.

  I knew I couldn’t save them all, but there had just been something about this one. She’d looked so scared… so lost. She reminded me of my younger sister, Chloe.

  How in the hell were her parents going to live with themselves knowing that their little girl had run from what she’d considered a life restricted by stupid rules and expectations only to find a new family? A family who didn’t give a shit about her, and only cared about how much money she could earn on her
back. Would they find solace in the fact that she’d tried to get out?

  The sounds of sirens in the distance had me looking at the burning house again. She’d not gotten out though. She wouldn’t be moving to a rehab center to get clean. When her pimp discovered she’d offered up information as to the drug dealers working the area, he’d used her as an object lesson for the other girls. I’d been called to the scene, stepped into that dark, filthy alley to discover the only escape she’d found was in death.

  A bloody, gruesome death.

  She’d been beaten, a syringe hung from her cold skin, the needle that had provided the path for the heroin still embedded in her arm. I’d stood there, looking down on her and had seen nothing but the fucking futility of it all.

  An hour later, the fire was out and the firemen were hosing down the few remaining hot spots.

  “Guess the caller was wrong. We’ve got a body here,” a man called out.

  “Shit,” another man said. “I’ll call it in.”

  From my concealment, I swiveled my head, taking in the area as I tucked the burner phone I’d used back into my pocket. The arson investigator would determine the cause of the fire, and I knew any trace of my being at the scene would have been eliminated by the flames. I also knew the case wouldn’t receive high priority. This wasn’t exactly some uptown gated community. It was just another fucking crack house.