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Slowly his hand reached toward me, pulling the comforter off the bed, revealing my naked skin. I waited as his eyes appreciated me and he stayed planted next to me, his fiery depths beckoning me to continue. I began to move my hand again as he watched me cupping my sex beneath me, still pushing for release and failing.
Sobbing, I planted my knees on the bed, lifted my ass and ground furiously into my hand as he watched, lips parted, his erection straining in his pants. I worked tirelessly for release, sweat beading on my forehead, hard heavy breaths coming out with my cries. My heart thrummed hard inside my chest. He palmed his hard cock, watching me intently.
I needed relief. I needed him.
“Please, I can’t do it…please!”
He moved lightning fast, his hands covering my ass, stroking the back of my thighs. I felt his tongue trace the contours of my backside before he buried his thick tongue inside, fucking my pussy with it. He licked me from bottom to top as I gripped my pillow, writhing in agony. Suddenly I was turned over and forced to watch him as he shed his clothes. I kept my hand low, rubbing furiously, his hungry eyes my encouragement.
“I’m sorry, Nina,” he whispered as his lips trailed warmly up my neck.
I reached out to him, but he gripped my forearms, pinning them next to my head as his hard cock nudged my entrance. My chest lifted in asking as his mouth covered one nipple, pulling and biting before moving to the other.
With one solid thrust, he was buried deep, rubbing me exactly where I needed him and I came, pulsing and praising. He moved inside me slowly, kissing my face, my eyes, my brow, nose, chin, and neck. I cried against his lips as he took my mouth sweetly and completely as he made love to me. Minutes later, I orgasmed again as he stroked me deep inside, so much so I felt an aching part of me start to heal.
“I love you, Nina,” he whispered to me as he came, pouring himself inside.
I opened my eyes, staring deep into the dark blue depths and whispered the name my heart held sacred.
“Devin.”
Hindrance
Book 3
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Nina
Storms are a funny thing. Most people ignore the warning signs: a strong gust of wind, a lightning strike on the horizon, the distant rumble of thunder.
My head and heart had been at odds for the last two years because of Devin McIntyre, and my relationship with Aiden had only complicated matters. Still, I craved both men. Just when I thought the decision was taken from me, a choice between the two became inevitable. The two men I had attached myself to emotionally and physically had already told me everything I needed to know.
Although the dark clouds were gathering overhead, I ignored the lightning, played deaf to the thunder, and let the tempest push me toward them both. I ended up in a whirlwind of secrets, a vortex of deception and depravity I never imagined possible. I was drowning again, but this time … this time I would be ready.
Or so I thought.
Nothing could have prepared me for the coming storm.
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
? Oscar Wild
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Prologue
My heel sank into the pluff mud, and I left it there, swiftly relieving my foot of the other. Turning my head toward my idling car, I reassured myself that it was still there, the door left open in case I needed to escape in a hurry. Hearing another bloodcurdling scream, I walked toward the dim light. Fear shot through me in waves as Shel Silverstein’s words fumbled around in my head, “Clooney the Clown” a horrific internal monolog resounding through my frightened mind. My senses heightened with each step I took toward the cracked door. There was soft music playing in the background. I knew the song but could not make out the words. It was upbeat and a little jazzy, and totally unfitting.
I could hear the crunch of crisp grass under my feet, and then another scream echoed in the night. Reaching into my purse, I fumbled inside and let out a way too audible breath of relief when I felt the cold steel.
Another scream, louder, more desperate. Pain…this was pain.
“Enough!” It was a loud boom of a familiar male voice.
I recited the poem over and over in my head, the way I used to when I heard my parents fighting, and yet I knew that what I was about to see was far worse than what I used to hear. I took another step forward, and a motion light came on, alerting my presence to those inside. Sweat from the humidity, along with adrenaline from fear, had me dripping, my now soaked blouse clinging to my torso.
Terror raced through my every pore as I gripped my gun and took aim in front of me.
