Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love) (24 page)

S
cott Morris didn’t expect good girls to be perfect. He didn’t require his Angels to dress a certain way or have a particular hair color. He could even forgive the occasional expletive slipping from their lips. But what was nonnegotiable, what trumped all else, was that his Angels were innocent. They had to be pure, devoid of the filth that seemed to infest the majority of women today.

Erin had fulfilled that requirement. His mind was suddenly flooded with images of her in the cemetery. She had been so soft under his touch, her body quaking with anticipation. She had never known a man until that night, as her tight cunt confirmed.

He felt his arousal mount.

But as Scott watched Chase Montclair enter Erin’s apartment building, his desirous thoughts were taken over by rage and betrayal. His sweet girl wasn’t following his directive, despite knowing what would happen if she continued to see the arrogant ass. He had made himself clear. And he had every intention of keeping his promise. Scott sat back in his idling vehicle and punched the steering wheel until his fists were raw. How could she do this to him?

Scott wanted to storm after him and let his threat materialize. This was Chase Montclair’s fault. He had corrupted his Angel. But maybe there was still a sliver of hope. Yes, he would give her one last chance. It was possible that she had no idea that Chase Montclair was coming to pay her a visit. If Montclair reemerged swiftly from Erin’s apartment, signaling that she had told him to leave, he could forgive her. She would be his good girl, his compliant girl, once more. But as the minutes turned into hours, Scott felt his Angel slipping away from him…toward the dark place where filthy girls reside.

Scott stared at his bloody knuckles. He flexed his fingers and then formed a fist, watching the blood ooze forth from the abrasions Erin had caused. His Angel had fallen from grace, leaving a whore in her stead, one that would surely infect his world if he continued to allow it to breathe his air.

Elle Keating
was born and raised in South Jersey, where she lives with her husband and three children. It was during her long commute to work, crossing over the Betsy Ross Bridge into Pennsylvania, that her mind drifted. Images of a world with Chase, Erin and their friends came rapidly and sent her writing in order to bring these intense characters to life.

When Elle is not in her favorite coffeehouse, huddled in a corner on an oversized chair and working on the next book in the series, she enjoys being a mom, taking her children from one sport to the next, and challenging herself frequently to be in two places at once.

C
hase Montclair stared out the window at the world below and prayed that the evil that yearned to infiltrate their lives would just disappear. But it would take more than prayer to lure the sick son-of-a-bitch out of the hole he had successfully hidden in for the past year. Erin and her brother had been on defense too long. It was time they took action and put an end to the madness.

Chase walked over to the bed and looked down at the sleeping woman, the woman he was determined to make his in every sense of the word. He pulled back the covers and slipped in behind her. As if by instinct, she nestled in closer, pulling his arm around her though she was still peacefully asleep. The valiant part of him told him to let her rest. But as he held her naked body close, breathing in the scent of her hair and feeling her soft curves shift beside him, all he could think about was having her all over again.

He rolled her onto her back and gazed at her perfect body under pure-white sheets. His breathing hitched as he envisioned her in white, walking toward him, smiling only at him and because of him. Soon, he thought. Erin Whitley would be his wife.

Chase pulled back the sheet, exposing breasts that seemed to heed his attention. She began to stir, which was a relief, since his cock throbbed and longed to be deep inside her heat. Not yet. He wanted to hear her. Nothing pleased him more than when she screamed with pleasure. He gently spread her legs and took in the glorious sight. She was beautiful…and wet. Even in her sleep, she was ready for him. He licked his lips and knelt down so his face was only millimeters from her tight, glistening nub. Chase inhaled her scent, which made him mad with desire. He suppressed a groan, as he enjoyed the erotic silence, and licked at her clit. He felt her bottom buck into his hands, and her fingers grabbed his hair in apparent need. With his tongue circling her clit, he looked up and she met his gaze. Though she had been asleep just moments ago, her eyes were crazed and it was clear that she was going to come very soon.

“Oh God!” she whimpered.

He wasn’t going to last either. Her cries of ecstasy were enough to make him spill even before he had a chance of getting inside her. Chase lapped at her, tasting her once more before standing up and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He lifted both her legs onto his shoulders and entered her in one determined thrust of his hips. In this position, he was so deep he swore he felt the lip of her womb with the tip of his cock.

“Erin…baby!” He slid in and out of her, which prompted sounds from her that he had heard before, just not as loud or uninhibited. Her body thrashed against his as he pounded into her.

She reached around and cupped his balls as they slammed against her with each forceful stroke. “Never enough, I want it all,” she panted.

The combination of her words and the jolting sensations that tingled through his sack from the touch of her hand sent him into a frenzy. He knew exactly how she felt. He could never get close enough, never burrow deep enough. He would never get enough of
her
.

“I love you,” he groaned.

He felt her body quake and clench around him as she found her climax. With his name on her lips, he released his seed deep inside her, hoping one day very soon it would take root and grow into something, someone, he would cherish for the rest of his life.

Journalist Sophie Ryder has been following Emery Lockwood’s story since she was a little girl. There has always been something in his haunted eyes that she couldn’t resist and now, when she’s certain he holds the key to solving a string of kidnappings, she’ll do anything to speak to him. Even if it means venturing deep into the seductive world of the Gilded Cuff, a luxurious BDSM club on Long Island’s Gold Coast and Emery’s personal playground.

From the moment Sophie enters his shadowy, sensual domain, Emery Lockwood knows this tantalizing new little sub was meant to belong to him. However, Sophie wants more from Emery than just pleasure…she wants his past. And that is something he isn’t willing to give—no matter who is asking. But every moment he spends with Sophie, Emery feels his control slipping, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he surrenders to her, heart, body, and soul

Allegra Orsini’s dreams are all coming true. She’s making her debut at the Metropolitan Opera—and marrying Davison Cabot Berkeley, the brilliant billionaire and masterful lover who’s unlocked her most secret desires. From the glittering lights of the opera hall to the sultry shadows of a honeymoon suite, Allegra has all she’s ever wanted…until one moment changes everything.

As despair darkens their once perfect world, Allegra pulls away from everything and everyone she’s ever loved, including Davison. But Davison refuses to give up on her—or the pure, raw passion that still burns between them. Allegra may have lost herself, but Davison knows right where she belongs, and he’s determined to prove it to her…

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