One taste of her was never going to be enough. I knew it the moment I

laid eyes on her. And I knew it from the moment she kneeled for me.

Roisin was everything I always wanted, but she was also nothing I ever

expected. Her words captured me, her poise intoxicated me, and now, I find

myself obsessed.

My need for her runs rife through my veins, and I can’t stop it, not

matter how hard I try.

I want her.

I will claim her.

She will be mine.

“Are you aching, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” she mewls when my lips find the hardened

nipple pressing against her bra. I suckle it into my mouth, my teeth grazing

the bud, tugging it gently. The sounds she makes are like a drug. A fast hit of

heroin, cocaine, something that slams into you and grips you in its feral

claws.

“Tonight, you’ll go home and you will not come. Do you

understand me?” My voice is rough and husky, filled with want. She’s so

beautiful, so fucking perfect that my restraint is a barely there thread,

pulled taut, ready to snap.

“I… I…”

“Don’t make me spank you again,” I warn in a no-nonsense

tone.

“No, Master. I understand,” she pouts, her lips pursed in

frustration.

Dani is an international bestselling author and proud member

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A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and

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My fractured pieces held together by the grit of my brothers.

My sanity—questionable at best.

My pride—rocked every time someone says I’m a cold-blooded monster.

It happened when she walked away.

Forcing me to become the man I am today.

Now, she’s back with a threat on her tail, and I’m the only man who can protect her. My brothers don’t know the reason she left, but they’re about to find out.

This story is a hell of a ride—it’s chaotic, gritty, raw, and unrelenting.

Love—it breaks you.

Will society’s outcasts survive their deviance?

My door flies open and smashes against the wall as I enter my bedroom. Cindi’s on my bed waiting for me like I knew she would be. Her long brown locks flowing over her exposed breasts as she sits up on my bed in only a pair of barely-there panties.

She looks me up and down, her mouth twitches fighting back a smile. Her dark shadowed eyes giving her a sultry look as her pouted glossy lips make her seem tempting. “Looks like you’re all worked up and ready to go. Got some energy you need to expel there, Trax?” she asks circling a piece of her brunette hair around her pointer finger in a way which would usually make my cock hard. Pictures of Mylee in this very room flood through my mind, so I slam my door shut with a harsh thud. My breathing is fast as I try to rid the images of Mylee and me naked in my bed, but they keep coming like a slide show.

“Trax, honey, you okay?” Cindi’s voice breaks me from my thoughts. I walk over to her determined not to let Mylee get into my brain.

“Yeah. Don’t talk,” I demand as she rolls over on the bed knowing exactly what I need. Her plump ass lifts up in the air, her black lace thong showing me her perfect cheeks ready for me to punish as I see fit. I step up to her clenching fingers in and out ready to make her pretty tanned ass a nice shade of pink when suddenly I hear gentle rapping on the door which makes both our heads swing around.

“Trax,” Mylee’s silky voice whispers through the door.

My chest tightens as I clench my eyes shut.

My cock automatically pulsing at the thought of her being in this room, in this bed, instead of Cindi.

“Shit!” I murmur as I take a deep breath, opening my eyes to see Cindi chewing on her bottom lip, assessing me.

My hand moves from rearing back ready to slap Cindi’s ass, to rubbing my temple trying to ease out the tension as I step back taking a breath.

Cindi sits up on the bed pursing her lips.

“Trax, it’s okay. We can finish this another time,” Cindi says, the kindness in her voice I don’t deserve.

Cindi stands, placing her hand on my chest in an attempt to soothe me. “Trax, I’ve known you a long time. Whoever the girl is on the other side of that door…” she rubs her hand up and down my chest, “… you want her more than you want me. Trust me. You can try to deny it all youwant, but it’s written all over your face and in your body language.” Cindi leans up gently placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.

I let out a stifled laugh. “Since when are you so up on body language?”

She waggles her brows. “Acting classes,” she replies with a shrug then turns grabbing her clothes, holding them to her bare chest as she reaches for the door handle. She pulls the door open to Mylee, who opens her eyes wide when she sees Cindi practically naked. Mylee gasps trying to look anywhere but at her. Cindi walks past Mylee with a chuckle.

“He’s all yours gorgeous, but go easy on him. He’s a little rattled,” Cindi mentions casually.

Mylee looks up to me with—if I’m not mistaken—a look of hurt flashing in her eyes.

Well, fuck her! I have nothing to be sorry for. And even if I did, nothing happened with Cindi, so she can stop with the fucking sad puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” I snap at her.

She sniffs, swallowing hard as she straightens her shoulders. “You’re right. I have no reason to expect anything of you. What you do here is of your own free will.”

I scoff out a laugh. “Exactly…” I pause for effect then continue, “Is there something you wanted, Mylee? Or did you just come here to screw up my fucking life again?”

Her face contorts like she’s hurt by my words, but she steps inside my room closing the door behind her, making my world feel a whole lot smaller. Suddenly, it’s just her and me, back where it all began. Everything rushes through my mind, and I have to turn away from herto try to gather my balls to shove them back in place.

I scoff interrupting. “I was fine. I am fine.”

She sniffs. “Good… I’m glad. But Trax…” she lets out a heavy breath which makes me turn to look at her, her eyes are glassy and her bottom lip trembles, “… I wasn’t fine.

When James let go of her hand he reached for their coffees. “Do you want to ruin this perfect espresso with sugar?”

“Yes, please.” Mila needed a bit of a rush which didn’t include James’s body next to hers, or his hands and fingers, which reminded her of that morning.

James spooned some sugar into her black espresso and stirred it. “Here you go. Butter bomb?” he asked as he shifted the plate with pastries closer to her.

“If I have to.” She licked her lips, her mouth watering just looking at the picture-perfect pastries. Her mind could list a hundred reasons why she shouldn’t, health-conscious as she’d been forced to be. But this… she wasn’t going to resist.

He smiled at her. “You have to. You’re in Paris.”

Caving in, Mila took a bite with a soft moan. “They’re sinful.”

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he gazed at her, but he said nothing as he ate his own. When he tossed his coffee back and put the cup down, he looked at her, serious now. “What do you want for your life, Mila?”

She blinked. As if anybody had ever cared. “I want to see the world, and not only from its rugby stadiums.”

“There’svmuch more to it, I agree.”

“I want to find my niche in art. I’ve been floundering lately. I need some visual… inspiration, to find my way back to what I love doing.”

“And this is why you are in Paris?”

“Thevprimary reason.”

He hitched his eyebrows. “I see.” A smile sparkled in his eyes. “You want to elaborate on the secondary… and tertiary reasons?”

Heat shot to her cheeks. How did he know? Stacey’s freaking to-do list with losing her virginity the first thing on said list. “Already accomplished.”

He leaned into her, the warmth of his body enveloping hers, making her clench her legs together, overly aware of their thighs that had been rubbing against each other for the past half hour. His lips were at her ear, grazing softly from the top to the soft bud of her earlobe. “I’m glad I could be of service.”

The sensation of his intimate whisper shot to her core, making her innards pool.

“Don’t go there,” she murmured. She wanted to sink and hide under the table.

Did he think that she’d used him? Had she? The thought was too much, overridden by that very familiar tingling inside her lower belly. There was a buzz in her body that demanded attention—his attention—as a memory or two of that morning flitted in her mind’s eye. There was only one way to switch this feeling off.

By giving in to it.

Oh no no no. She shifted in her chair, breaking the connection between their thighs.

He laughed and leaned back, his hands cupped behind his head. Totally relaxed, his gaze rested on her—soft, but containing something she couldn’t place.

I’ve always been drawn to the magical escape of books and the journeys they take us on without leaving the comfort of home. I’ve been fortunate to have traveled to France, and this book was inspired by a visit to Paris some years ago. We were walking in some narrow alley in the 1st arrondissement of Paris, when I noticed a door with a single plaque with Club Privé written on it. My imagination got going, and at some point, things got pretty wild. I’ve wanted to write for a long time, but life had plans of its own. I’m grateful to finally have time to write, and love writing contemporary and erotic romance in far-flung settings. Taking readers on a journey of their own with my books is part of the plot. Bon voyage!