Showing results for "May" in Romantic

No man ever made her scream and beg for release. Until now, I say. She claims I'm asking for the impossible. I will prove her wrong. I always get what I want. Always. She's a professional, paid to lie and seduce, but those tricks won't work on me. I don't want her insincere moans and fake smiles. I want the real thing - and I know how to get it. Because I know it's not her body that needs to be conquered - it's her mind. But our relationship rests on unsound footing, a contract and nothing more.

Leonard: This is where I belong - among the rich and powerful. I am used to getting what I want, and I know I want her from the moment I see her. Elizabeth Barrington. The quiet beauty, waiting to be broken. Her eyes are begging for me to take her. She didn't think I would go this far, but here she is - collared and chained to the bed. Mine to keep, mine to train, mine to please. But Liz is unlike any other submissive I’ve had before. She is dangerous.

Lila doesn't want another nice guy. She's tired of being the good girl. She wants something new - someone to push her boundaries. She wants me. Naive and curious, she looks at me with that voiceless yearning in her eyes, piercing and pulling until I can no longer resist. Oh, little girl, be careful what you wish for. You will submit to me, you will bend to my will and my belt will bite your skin until it blossoms in all shades of red. My restraints will cut into your wrists just like my command will carve into your soul. But you're not ready for it, are you?

I'm the heir to an empire, but I left the army as a broken man. A dangerous man. I should stay clear of her. She's too fragile, too broken herself - and too beautiful to resist. Worst of all: She wants me to take her. But where she seeks solace, I seek sanity. The Velvet Rooms provide our sanctuary. A place of safety, bliss and unbridled play, untainted by the clamor of reality. Here, there is no sight. There is no sound. Only skin against skin. Testing. Claiming. Our fondness for the absence of sound and light is what binds us.

My name makes their hearts beat with desire and their skin tickle with sweet fear. They call me The Puppetmaster. And when I’m on the hunt, they come running - willing to serve at my feet, because no one makes my puppets dance like I do. But my heart almost stops when I see her name on the list. Alena Prey, you wreak havoc with a plan I’ve had for years, but it won’t stop me from reaching my goal - a goal that you’re destined to be a part of. But this is not how it was supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this. And yet, it will....

As a divorce lawyer for Manhattan's elite, David Greenfield is privy to the intimate, dirty details of failed marriages. He knows he's lucky to be married to Blair - a Barnard dean and the mother of their college-age daughter, she is a woman he loves more today than he did when they tied the knot. Then seductive photographer Jean Coin asks David to be her lover for six weeks, until she leaves for Timbuktu.