18+ Their Twisted Love, Book 2 of Twisted Mosaic by Amelia James: Excerpt

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Title:  Their Twisted Love
Author:  Amelia James
Format:  eBook and Paperback
Publisher: Evolved Publishing
Series:  Twisted Mosaic # 2
Length:  50 K Words/ 160 Pages (Approx)
Genre: Erotic Menage Romance
Purchase Now:  Amazon

About the Book:

Alex has everything he wants. He loves the power that comes with his job, and fooling around with his boss provides the illicit kink he needs. He’s in charge and trusts no one.

Will should’ve learned something from his disastrous past, but he’s distanced himself from everyone who loved him, keeping the pain in protective custody. He has no use for entanglements.

Talia has a new man, safe and secure—and boring as hell. She won’t sleep with him until she knows she wants only him. But she can’t forget, or forgive, the men who indulged her wildest fantasies and violated her trust.

They’re happy apart… until Alex’s case forces them back together, and Talia discovers she still craves both her former lovers. Can only one love her enough to satisfy her twisted desires and provide the stability she needs?

Sometimes, giving up control is the only way to keep it.

Their Twisted Love excerpt: rated R.

He pulled my blouse aside and slipped his hand into my bra. The strap slid down my arm, exposing my breast as he fondled my nipple with his thumb. His gaze shifted toward the crowd on the sidewalk. “Take me to your hotel room.”
“Why?” Damn it, why didn’t I say no?
He smiled as if he’d anticipated that. “Would you rather fuck here? While we’re being watched?”
My nipple pebbled in his palm.
“I think you like it. Too bad you didn’t know about all the times Will watched us.”
“Will is a pervert.”
“We all have our kinks, babe. Yours is putting on a show.”
“What’s yours?”
He bent down and flicked his tongue across my nipple. Someone on the sidewalk swore. Alex grabbed my ass and jerked my hips against his hard cock. “Fucking with your head.”
“You can’t. Not anymore. I know all your tricks.”
“If you want an audience, we can go out on your balcony.” He moved against me in slow circles.
My pussy throbbed, but I managed to argue with him. “How do you know my room has one?”
“I’ve been to that hotel.”
“Preparing witnesses?”
“Something like that.” He stepped back and held his hand out. “Come on.”
I shook my head and pulled my blouse closed.
Then he moved in for the kill, placing his arms on either side of me, leaning in close, but not touching, his words hot in my ear. “I’ll take you out in the open air, the warm sun, and strip you in broad daylight. Imagine that. You’ll have to brace yourself on the railing while I eat your pussy. Probably have to drape one leg over my shoulder so I can lick everything… all those juicy pink bits. If your room is on the second floor, bystanders would have a great view. From the building across the street, from the sidewalk, or from right below. Someone could stand under us, look up and see everything. My tongue on your clit. Your juices streaming down your thighs.”
Heat washed over me, trickling down between my breasts and pooling between my legs. I panted and tugged on his jacket, trying to force him against me, but he wouldn’t move. “Tell me more.”
“Everyone will hear you—and see you come. And then I’ll turn you around and display your naked, flushed body to the whole damn city while I fuck you from behind. Hold on to that railing tight, Sweetheart. They’ll watch my cock pound your pussy. Spread your legs so they can see.”
Oh that’s hot. My feet slid apart as far as my tight skirt allowed. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, teasing mine. I dug my fingers into his ass, but he still wouldn’t touch me. My body ached for him, and he laughed while I groaned and pulled. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He moaned in my ear, his voice rough. “I’ll grab your hair and make you stand straight up. You’ll wrap your arms around my neck and show off those sexy breasts. So fucking pretty… pretty when you’re getting fucked. That’s why we shared you.”
Sharing me. Oh God. That triggered memories: two pairs of hands, two mouths, two cocks dividing my body between them. A single spark lit, sizzling down my spine like a fuse. Bastard is going to make me come—in public!
“That’s it, slut. Show us how much you love it.”
“Damn you.”

Copyright © 2013 Amelia James

 

 

 

About the Author:  I got hooked on trashy romance novels in junior high, but my mom took them away from me. She couldn’t stop me from daydreaming, though. After I got married, I wrote some of my naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine, which published two of them. I kept daydreaming and writing stories until my dirty stories turned into trashy books.

I live in Colorado, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.

I’m known as “”Trashy Writer”” at various social media sites. I call myself a trashy writer because I want my readers to know that I enjoy mindless escapism as much as they do. I’m not out to win a Pulitzer Prize. I just want to help someone relax and get away from it all for a little while. I write romance, erotica and trash for fun and pleasure.

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