by Sophia Gray
I cleared my throat. “Today is pretty special.”
She thought about that for a moment, then asked, “Special how?”
Glancing at her sideways, I told her, “Don’t you remember? It’s been a year to the day since the night you dragged my sorry ass out of the snow and saved my life.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You remembered?”
“Kind of hard to forget when a sexy woman saves your life.” I winked at her.
We drove to the cabin and I parked around the back where there was actually a carport. It wouldn’t keep the engine from getting cold, so I’d have to make sure the temperatures didn’t get down too low, but at least we wouldn’t have to dig it out in the morning. Elle got out, then eyed the carport.
“Really?” she said.
I laughed. “Yeah, really. All we had to do was get your car around the back.”
She groaned. “Hindsight is twenty-twenty, you know it?”
Shaking my head, I escorted her into the cabin, flipping on the light switch. The power was on and there was food in the kitchen this time around. I’d called the owners ahead of time to set this all up, wanting to make sure they got properly compensated, and that we had the necessary provisions to stay comfortably if we somehow got stuck out here. “I don’t know,” I finally said, putting a bag down on the floor by the couch. “I think it was lucky that we got stuck here for three nights.” I winked at her and she laughed.
“Okay, maybe.”
We took the time to unpack and I set up the fire. I made a point of getting the other parts of the cabin warm, too, including the back bedroom, which was a lot easier with the power on and the heater going. But I had a feeling we’d be spending most of our time in the living room.
When we got everything set up, I finally pulled Elle down onto the couch with me. She snuggled close, resting her head against my chest, and let out a contented sigh. “This is perfect,” she murmured.
I couldn’t have agreed more. But even so, I was nervous. The little black box was burning a hole in my pocket and I’d yet to figure out how I was going to ask her. I’d set this whole thing up—the weekend at the cabin, the romantic night at her show, the evening with just the two of us—but even knowing how much she loved me, I couldn’t help but consider what it would feel like if she said no.
I’d be devastated.
Swallowing down my fear, I finally turned to her. “Elle?”
“Hm?” she responded contentedly.
I took a deep breath, then said, “I have to ask you something.”
She pulled her head up from my chest and looked up at me with huge blue eyes. “What is it, Ciaran? What’s wrong?”
Reaching into my pocket, I gripped the black box and slowly pulled it out. My eyes stayed locked with hers. “Nothing’s wrong. In fact, nothing’s been wrong since you walked into my life. I didn’t know things were all messed up until you showed up and fixed them. I didn’t know it, but you were what I was missing. My whole life, you were what I was looking for.”
Her cheeks turned a bright red as a smile lit her face. Her eyes glistened a little and I worried that she might cry, but she held it back. “Ciaran, I—”
But before she could finish, I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine. I pressed a deep kiss to her lips, opening them and exploring the inside of her mouth, tasting her. I could feel desire coursing through my veins like blood. I wanted her. I needed her. Mind, body and soul. My body called to her. I could feel myself growing hard, the need to take her here and now becoming so strong that I nearly lost sight of what I was about to do.
Nearly.
Breaking the kiss, I pulled away, breathing heavily. Elle’s face was flushed, her eyes hooded, and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
“Elle, be my wife. I want you to be mine—officially and forever.”
I showed her the box, letting it sit lightly in the palm of my outstretched hand. Her eyes went wide and she stared at it. With trembling hands, she picked up the box. She opened the lid. “Oh, Ciaran, it’s beautiful.”
“Say you’ll be mine,” I told her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her to me.
Her lips trembled, her eyes flashed. And the words that came from between those pretty, parted lips were the best ones I had ever heard in my life. “I’m already yours. Yes, Ciaran, I’ll marry you.”
I kissed her again and this time I didn’t hold back. I pulled her to me and tore off her clothes, frantic with the need to touch her, to be buried inside of her. I made love to her again and again that night and every time the firelight caught the ring on her finger, I felt my love and pride grow.
She was everything to me—and now she was finally mine.
THE END
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SINS: Devil’s Horns MC
He will mark me with his sins… and fill me with his baby.
Grant Reardon is heaven and hell in a single sexy package.
He’s the key to finding my missing daughter… and the only thing standing in my way.
I try to ignore him – I need his help, not his domination.
But when he takes me in his arms, the temptation to submit overwhelms everything else.
My adopted daughter Sage disappeared without a trace.
I suspect her biker boyfriend and his stupid motorcycle club are the ones to blame.
Sage is my jewel, my precious, my world.
I have to find her.
I won’t rest until I do.
But no one will give me answers.
Mouths stay sealed and doors stay closed…
Until one door opens that should never have done so.
Framed in his entryway, Grant is like something out of a nightmare…
A steamy, feverish nightmare.
He’s rippling muscle and midnight-black tattoos.
He’s swagger and filth and a toe-curling rumble.
He’s everything I should stay far away from.
Too bad I have no way to go but forward.
He tells me to get lost, that Sage is not coming back.
But I can’t just stop looking.
Finally, I convince him to help me.
We take up the hunt, side by side, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable:
Me begging him to take me rough, take me hard, take me until I can’t take anymore.
He promises me we’ll find my daughter and that everything will be okay.
But sometimes, hell is the person who promises you heaven.
OBEY: A Dark Romance
A blizzard traps us within these cabin walls…
And Ciaran’s hands trap me beneath his rock-hard body.
He may have a near-death wound,
But one look in his eyes reveals the truth:
Nothing will stop him from claiming me.
A normal man would have died long before I happened to pass by.
But Ciaran is far from normal.
He’s a tattooed hulk, a Greek god of dark leather and heady musk and undeniable sex appeal.
And it will take a hell of a lot more than this to send him to the grave.
But despite his strength, he does need my help.
The storm raging around us is worsening and his injury requires medical attention.
There’s no time to get to a hospital – we have to get indoors now.
Too bad the closest shelter is a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Trapped within, I do the best I can to provide everything I can for him.
But when he wakes up and looks at me with clear eyes,
It’s obvious that he wants something more than I’m giving.
He wants my body.
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nbsp; He wants my heart.
He wants my submission.
And he’ll have them all, one way or another.
When he commands me to bend over, I have no choice but to obey.
DENY: A Dark Romance
She won’t last long if she denies me my desires.
I’m not the kind of man who takes “no” for an answer.
After the hellish torments I’ve suffered, I learned the hard way that the world doesn’t give you things just because you asked.
You must take them.
I’ve built a club and a career that way.
By seizing what I want, bit by bit, until I have everything I could dream of.
Everything but her.
The one who got away.
I’ve tried to bury the memory of her in countless club girls and the twisted thrill of violence.
But life has a sick sense of humor, and Angel refuses to be forgotten.
Imagine my surprise when I interrupt a mugging, only to realize that the damsel in distress is my former flame.
Years haven’t touched her beauty, nor my desire to own it.
I want to hold her as badly as I did the day I first laid eyes on that gorgeous frame.
I want to claim her.
To f*ck her senseless.
And yet, as surreal as all this is, she’s only the first of two surprising discoveries.
It turns out…
She has a son.
Correction – I have a son.
The realization leaves me stunned and furious.
She will pay for keeping this from me.
For keeping herself from me.
The world can go to hell.
I have scores to settle.
HEAT: A Dark Romance
She might not survive my heat.
There are bad men in this world.
I would know: I’m one of them.
I f*ck women and leave them behind without apology.
I stomp out my enemies; I turn their wives into my slaves, their spawn into my servants.
I hurt; I take; I kill.
But despite all my sins and vices, I am not the worst this world has to offer.
That title is reserved for the devil himself:.
The bastard who murdered my family.
I won’t rest until I’ve spilled his blood and condemned his soul to hell.
He will feel the pain that I have felt a thousand times over.
I will have my revenge.
But I have one task left to complete before I leave to kill him or die trying.
I cannot let my family name go to the grave with me.
I need to know that my line will go on.
That means one thing:
I need a baby.
But the women in my life aren’t fit to hold my seed, much less my heir.
This requires someone special.
Someone I can seduce.
Someone I can shatter.
Someone I can mold into the vessel my child will require.
So I go hunting, and I find the one.
Lily is the perfect specimen.
Ghostly white skin perfect to brand as my own, curves to bite and suckle.
I’ve chosen her, and I’m not waiting to find out if she’s fully on board.
I’m going to seize her and do what I’ve always done –
Take until she has nothing left to give.
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