What He Craves

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Domineering billionaire Shane Trant has Bristol Deatrich right where he wants her--back in his life and back in his bed. But Bristol is still reluctant to completely trust him. Their new relationship has been rocky from the start, and she's still very new to the world of erotic domination and submission. She's afraid a little rope burn is nothing compared to the pain she may suffer at his hands. This powerful thing between them will either make her better, stronger, or destroy her.

And now, making matters worse, outside forces are trying to pull them apart...

(Please note: this is part three of the My Alpha Billionaire series. The series is best enjoyed if read in order)

LENGTH: 15,000 words Novella

BONUS CONTENT: Read an excerpt of Tawny's recent release, AT HIS MERCY, and the sequel to Darkest Fire, DARKEST DESIRE, available now.

Wild Knights

Wicked
Knights

Wanton
Knights

Wild, Wicked
& Wanton

Threesome

Decadent
Master

Dangerous
Master

Darkest Fire

Darkest
Desire

Claim Me

Conquered

Wicked Beast

Prince of
Fire

Dirty Little
Lies

Enslaved by Sin

Girl Enslaved

Triple Stud

Double Take

Behind the
Mask

Plays Well
with Others

Lust’s
Temptation

Wrath’s
Embrace

Burning
Hunger

Carnal
Hunger

Torrid
Hunger

Everlasting
Hunger

Slave of
Duty

Flesh to Flesh

Her Devilish Dom

Sex and the Single Ghost

Real Vamps
Don’t Drink O-Neg

Compromising
Positions

Breathless

Pleasing Him

Heart Throb

Your Wicked
Game

Playing for
Keeps

His Dark
Kiss

Burn for You

Make Me
Shiver

Make Me Burn

Lesson in
Sin

At His Mercy

Ties that
Bind

Touch of
Fire

What He
Wants

What He
Demands

What He Craves

Shades of
Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission

Yes, Master

Alien
Seduction

ABOUT THE BOOK

Domineering billionaire Shane Trant has Bristol Deatrich
right where he wants her--back in his life and back in his bed. But Bristol is still reluctant to completely trust him. Their new relationship has been rocky
from the start, and she’s still very new to the world of erotic domination and
submission. She’s afraid a little rope burn is nothing compared to the pain she
may suffer at his hands. This powerful thing between them will either make her better,
stronger, or destroy her.

And now, making matters worse, outside forces are trying to
pull them apart...

(Please note: this is part three of the My Alpha Billionaire
series. The series is best enjoyed if read in order)

LENGTH: 15,000 words Novella

BONUS CONTENT: Read an excerpt of Tawny’s recent release, AT
HIS MERCY, and the sequel to Darkest Fire, DARKEST DESIRE, available now.

SAMPLE

The rest of the drive was pure agony. We’d had such a nice
conversation in the car, I was feeling closer to Shane than I’d ever felt. He
was opening up to me, letting me see glimpses of the man he really was—the one
some people, like Alexis, might never see. I felt like I was the luckiest woman
alive.

When the car rolled to a stop outside of his house, he gave
me a wicked I’m-going-to-eat-you-up look and every cell in my body ignited. Oh
yes, this was going to be a night to remember.

Shane started things off by saying, “I have something very
special planned for you tonight.”

“I can’t wait.”

In, we went. In the front door, down the hallway, to the
room he’d shown me on our first date. That night I’d called it his torture
room. But after a brief introduction to the pleasures that room promised, I’d
re-named the room the pleasure palace, even though I was fully aware of the
fact that there would be times when I was punished instead of pleasured. It was
all part of the game. And, as I was beginning to understand, the anticipation
of a punishment was almost as thrilling as the anticipation of pleasure. The
punishment added a level of danger to my experiences. As it turned out, I kind
of liked that.

“This way.” As I’d come to expect, Shane placed a hand on
the small of my back. With a little pressure right or left, he steered me
around the bulky bondage furniture toward the big X-like structure at the very
back of the room. My gaze followed the line of the wooden beams, up to each
corner then down to the ground. At the ends were big silver loops. And there
were leather cuffs chained to them. I pretty much knew what those cuffs were
for.

My wrists and ankles.

“Undress.” His voice had taken on that sharp edge that made
my tissues heat up. I just loved it when Shane shifted from sweet and open man
to demanding dom. It was so freaking sexy.

Feeling a smile pull at my lips, I turned my back to him.
“Would you please unzip me?”

He pulled the zipper down, but to my disappointment, he
didn’t touch me.

He’s building anticipation.

Despite the fact that he hadn’t touched me, outside of that
one hand on my back, my skin tingled everywhere. I turned around, facing him,
and let my dress slide off my shoulders.

I swear flames flashed in his dark eyes.

The beaded silk garment shimmied down my body, catching on
my hips. I gave it a little push and down it fell, forming a puddle of
expensive silk on the floor. Wearing my crotch-less panties and a lace bra, I
stepped out of the dress and bent over to pick it up.

“No, I didn’t tell you to move.”

Fighting a grin, I straightened back up. I still had a lot
to learn about this domination and submission stuff. We’d had some other issues
to work out the last few weeks and had spent very little time here. I felt a
little out of my element, unsure.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

Shane circled me, stopping to pick up my dress. He draped it
over a nearby bondage chair thing then continued his three sixty around me. He
moved slowly, deliberately. As he prowled around me, he reminded me of a jungle
cat. Like a big cat, quiet strength emanated from him. And danger. He was
deliciously dangerous. “This way.” Touching me very softly, he moved me into
position to be restrained. Back to the cross. Arms up and out in a wide vee,
legs spread. Before securing my arms, he unfastened my bra. He left it on,
hanging from the shoulder straps.

My heart started pounding as he secured one cuff around my
wrist. It didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t afraid. But I was anxious, unsure what to
expect.

“When we experience pain, endorphins rush through our
system,” he said, his voice very low.

Pain?

My hands clenched into fists as he secured the second cuff.
He was talking about pain. I didn’t like pain. Pain was something I avoided.

My breathing quickened. My heart rate too. He knelt at my
feet, moved one closer to the post so he could secure my ankle. “Remember Bristol, say red if you need me to stop.”

“O-okay.”

Once he had the first ankle buckled in, he fastened the
other one.

Now I was powerless to move.

“Comfortable?” he asked. “Does anything hurt?”

“No, nothing hurts.”

“Good.” He gave me an up and down perusal before stepping up
to me. “You look so sweet, Bristol.” His voice was husky, and dark carnal
hunger shone in his eyes. That alone, coupled with the nervous energy charging
through my system was making me clench, making my burning tissues throb.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” His fingertip traced a line down the
center of my chest, between my breasts, down to my belly button. “Mmmm.”

Mmmm indeed.

My stomach tightened as little jolts of heat sizzled under
his fingertip. I’d never felt this way with a man before, as if any touch, even
the smallest, sent a current of electricity charging through me.

The second he pulled his hand away, I was whimpering, my
body craving his next touch. When would it come? How long would I have to wait?

“Miss Deatrich, I need you to come with me.”

Now, that was strange.

Mr. McMillian rarely ever poked his head out of his office.
In fact, rumor had it most days he locked himself in there and took eight-hour
naps. In three years, I’d seen him a total of once. On my first day. Thus, to
have him waiting for me at my desk was very weird. It was even stranger to have
him asking me to follow him to his office. He’d never, ever done that before.

He shut the door, motioning for me to sit in the chair
facing his desk.

Puzzled, I sat.

“First, I want to say that you’ve done a fine job for Tamby
Systems. Absolutely fine. So what I have to tell you is no reflection on your
performance.”

It sounded like he was about to…was he…?

He cleared his throat. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to
let you go.”

Fired. I had just been fired.

Ohmygod!

“I’d be happy to give you a recommendation,” he continued,
as if he hadn’t just shattered my world and turned my life upside down.

Fired. Couldn’t be. No.

He added, “And of course, you’ll qualify to collect
unemployment until you’re able to find another position.”

Unemployment paid five hundred dollars a week. Five hundred
dollars a week wasn’t enough to pay my bills.

He said, “And you can continue your medical coverage. You’ll
have to pay the premiums, of course.”

Of course. I’d pay the premiums with all the  money I wouldn’t
have. Because I’d been fired.

Fired!

Ohmygod.

My mind spun. Not so long ago Shane had told me to dream, to
imagine the life I wanted and then to go after it. He’d said if I did that, my
dreams would come true.

How wrong he’d been.

How would I find another job? The market sucked. It had
taken me a long time to find this position.

“Miss Deatrich.” My now ex-boss stood, extended a hand and
smiled. What the hell was he smiling about? “It was a pleasure having you with
the company. I wish you the best.”

“When?” I muttered.

His stupid grin dimmed slightly. “Now. You’ll have to leave
immediately.”

Stunned into silence, I shook his hand and followed him out
to my cubicle. He stood to one side and watched me gather the few personal
items I’d kept at my desk. The picture of my mother and me when I was five. The
snacks I’d stowed in a drawer. My purse. Then, saying absolutely nothing, he
escorted me to the human resources office where I filled out a mountain of
paperwork--exit interviews. Medical insurance forms.

Within an hour of arriving at work, I was standing next to
my car bawling my eyes out.

I was officially unemployed.

Although I was tempted, I didn’t call anyone as I drove
home. I knew if I did I’d fall apart and might end up in a car accident. No, I
waited until I was safe in my living room before I dialed my best friend Jill’s
number. I left her a short message when she didn’t answer. Then, I skimmed my
list of contacts.

It was very short.

There was Jill.

There was my brother. He’d be no help. I hadn’t spoken to
him in ages. A longtime alcohol and drug addict, his life was a train wreck and
mine became one whenever he was around.

And there was Shane Trant.

I hadn’t called Shane before. He’d always been the one to
call me. Despite the fact that we’d recently been…spending time together.

Perhaps, looking from the outside, the arrangement we had
between us seemed a little one-sided.

He was the one who called me.

He was the one who made all the plans.

He was the one who, more or less, controlled every aspect of
our relationship. But, with a few exceptions, I’d been okay with it that way.

Until today.

Until now.

I needed a shoulder to lean on. Jill was at work. I was
panicking.

I hit the button, calling him. But before the first ring, I
cut off the connection.

No. If I called him he’d probably feel some obligation to
fix my problem for me. I didn’t want that.

Sure, I was scared. I was petrified I wouldn’t find another
job. But already I knew that he’d probably offer me a job working for him. I
couldn’t work for him. Not now. Not ever.

What if this thing between us ended badly?

Needing to burn off some nervous energy, I dragged out my
old laptop and powered it up. The first thing I did was register for unemployment.
I was going to collect peanuts, but what the hell? Peanuts were still better
than nothing. Next, I scoured the internet, looking for help-wanted ads in the
area. I found a few promising websites but absolutely no positions I was
qualified for. So I opened a new document in my word processor and started
drafting a new resume to take to the employment agency I’d used to get the job
with Tamby.

Three hours later I had a pretty decent looking resume. I
emailed it to my contact at the agency and refreshed my inbox a dozen times (or
more) before becoming disgusted and frustrated and depressed. Just as I was
about to fall into another bout of self-pity, my phone rang.

Shane.

I jumped to my feet and stared down at the glowing screen. I
took a moment to compose myself before answering, “Hello?”

“You called?”

“Oh…yes. I did…I just wanted to say hi,” I lied, running my
hand down my neck to work out the knots.

“Mmmm. Hi.”

“Hi.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice low and sexy.

I glanced at the clock. It was ten minutes to five o’clock.
If I hadn’t been fired today, I would have been at work. I would be counting the
minutes until I could leave. How I wished I was there now. “I’m…erm…at work.
I’m getting ready to head home. Why?”

“Just asking.”

“Oh. Okay.”

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “Are you sure
there isn’t something going on? You don’t sound like yourself.”

“No, I’m fine. I’m just…tired. Someone kept me up late last
night, past my bedtime.”

His chuckle did some pleasant things to my insides. I
imagined him sitting in his limo, eyes sparkling, corners of his lips curled
into that devilish smile that made certain parts of my anatomy tingle. “I should
apologize, but I’m not sorry.”

“You never are.”

That little jab earned me another chuckle. “I want to see
you again,” he said.

“You will.”

“Friday.”

“Yes, Friday.” I hoped by then I’d either have some good
leads on a new position or at least would be out of this funk.

“I have to go now,” he said.

“Okay.”

“Goodbye, Bristol.”

“Bye, Shane.”

I clicked off just in time for my phone to ring again. This
time it was Jill. And I didn’t hold back with her. I blurted out my news,
unable to stop myself. And, while she raged about what rotten jerks the
bastards at Tamby were for firing me with no advance notice, I cried my eyes
out until my head felt like it would explode.