Rough Lovers 1 - 6

This sizzling hot 6-book-bundle features sexy dominant men who take control of the innocent young submissives and coax them into surrendering no matter where they are, or who's watching...

In Edge of Shame, Addie admits her deepest, darkest fantasies, only to realize that reality is so much more daunting, especially when her fantasy involves being tied down and used until she begs them to stop.

Newly-married Marie wants her first time to be very special. In Taste of Pain, she finds out her new husband isn't just rough, he's downright violent, using whips and other instruments to bring her to the abyss of pleasure and beyond.

Olivia isn't at all prepared for what she signed up for, not even with her extensive internet search for what could come under the topic of 'rough sex'. She thinks she's prepared for whips, handcuffs, spanking, and even some pain, considering the contract mentioned that she'll have bruises. But as she stands in the room with the powerful man, all she can think of is how much she wants to run away.

Bruises are painful. Sometimes, they're perfect. The things the men do to the innocent women in this short stories are downright humiliating, but all they want to do is submit.

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'I have... something to confess,' he said, clenching his hand to fists as we sat side by side on the bed.

It was not the first time on his bed, but it was the first time that we were going to bring things to the next level. 'Something fun?' I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn't even crack a smile. 'It's been a while since I took a woman to bed,' he said.

I stared at him for a moment and tried to imagine him in bed. I'd felt the muscles under his shirt. 'Why?' I asked, willing my mind to stop straying to imagining him naked. Too late. He was so incredibly hot.

'I had- have kinks. I just... if you ever find that I'm being too rough, you just need to let me know,' he said.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. 'What kind of fetishes?' I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

'Domination... humiliation... rough sex...' My eyes grew bigger at the end of each word.

He looked like he regretted the words that came out of his mouth the moment he said it. Excitement bubbled up in my stomach, through my esophagus and I felt my throat tighten painfully.

My husband - how weird and satisfying it was to say that, even in my head - stayed completely silent.

'Look,' he said, as if trying to backpedal. There was a slight shake to his voice that I found completely endearing. He may look like he could break a person in two with his bare hands, but behind closed doors, he was the gentlest man I knew. I had been so wrong about him. 'We don't have to- I mean. Forget I said anything...'

I could kick myself. My hand slid over his and I looked at him, the desperate need in my belly wriggling back from deep slumber, where I had hidden it for the longest time.

'I just- I'm sorry I said anything,' he said abruptly. 'Pretend this conversation never happened.'

'No,' I blurted louder than I intended.

'No?'

'Are- are you serious?' I stuttered. 'About what you want in bed?'