Obedience (Book 1) & Lies (Book 2)
by Jenna Fox
by Jenna Fox
Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance
Me. He’d chosen me.
Not a rich girl.
Or a pretty girl.
But me…
A girl with a bleak future.
A girl with a tragic past.
Sloane Rothchild, New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor, could’ve picked a beautiful and educated girl to be his new assistant. But he wanted me. And all I had to do was show him I could obey.
Be a good girl.
Be his dirty girl.
But if I didn’t obey…
I’d get the whip.
Spankings.
Chains…
Oh, why did the dirty and forbidden things he wanted to do to me send tingles in all the right places?
So, I fell hard and fast for him.
I bared him my body.
My heart.
My soul.
But there was another irresistible side of Mr. Rothchild—a side he didn’t warn me about.
A side I had to find out on my own…
His other half. His dark, tempting and mysterious twin, Cain.
Cain was like me—scarred and damaged. We immediately connected. He understood my needs. But after all, shouldn’t my heart belong to the man who’d given me the opportunity of a life time?
Each brother had taken a piece of me. One man had torn my heart out, and the other had used my body. But only one truly owned me. And only one man had swept me up in a current of lust and need…
Had tangled me in his web of lies and deceit.
Nobody told me there would be danger.
Nobody told me I might fear for my life.
“I expect to see you naked under that robe, Megan.”
My heart lurched at his low, throaty voice. There was no tenderness in the tone. None on his face. Unsure of my desire to let him know that I was indeed, naked underneath the robe, I adjusted the sash and took a quick breath as he thumped the glass on the table and strode over to me. “Take off the robe, Megan.”
I tried to stay relaxed, but being this close to him was so intimidating that I’d forgotten he’d given me a command. I let out a small cry as a hand reached around my head, balling a section of my hair to pull my head back. “Remember, you’re to do everything I want,” he rasped.
His voice did strange things to my body and mind. Caught off guard by the sudden change and the tugging on my hair, I struggled to speak clearly. “Y-Yes, I remember.”
“Good, now that we have that straight…” His words trailed off as he pulled me up against his chest. Shivers of need ran through me as he scraped his teeth along my neck. “On your knees.”
My response to him was so powerful. An unexpected thrill shot through my body as I shucked off the robe and dropped to my knees. Immediate willingness to submit should’ve disturbed me, but it didn’t outweigh the heat, the need and the moisture gathering between my thighs.
My heart fluttered wildly in my chest as his hand smoothed over my hair and traveled down my cheek. “You like this don’t you, my dirty little girl?”
Oh, hell yes! Being under his dark, enthralling gaze filled me with a strange excitement that couldn’t be put into words. I’d heard about the euphoria a woman could get from giving up power to a man—a few of my friends had talked about it—but I hadn’t understood it. All I knew was that it felt natural and I loved it.
“You’re going to learn how to please me,” he said, tipping my chin upward.
His thumb drifted across my forehead and moved to trace my bottom lip. I melted inside as I looked up at him, his shoulders squared and straight. I felt more exposed than ever to him, even though I’d been naked in front of him just yesterday. As his eyes raked boldly over my body, I could say nothing. But it wasn’t long before he was dissatisfied with my silence. “Would you like to help me come, my dirty little girl?”
“Yes,” I barely breathed.
His hand tightened in my hair. “You will, what?”
“Do everything you want…sir.”
An approving noise came from him, and my heart hammered in my ears as he pulled the button on his pants. I knew what his cock felt like inside of me, but when the material sagged open and he freed himself, I realized it was the first time I’d actually seen it.
I’d remembered his length was impressive, but when I took him into my hand, it felt thicker than before. I slid my hand down, all the way to the base, then back up. He moaned, his hips jerking as I slicked my tongue across the head. I licked around the ridge and moved my fist down, then back up taking him fully into my mouth.
Betrayal.
In my worst nightmare, it was a word I never thought I’d associate with the only person who’d given me hope—the only woman who gave me something to believe in.
And even though I’d begun to break my cardinal rule, never fall for a woman, she’d turned my world upside down.
Never trust.
Never love.
I gave her everything—pulled her out of a hellish life. She was grateful, and said she’d do anything for me. I believed her.
But every word that passed her sweet lips was a lie. And every promise she’d made to me was broken into a million pieces.
I should’ve overlooked my desires.
I should’ve acted like the man my father had trained me to be.
I’d fallen short and found myself reeling in devastation.
Megan
Thrown away.
That’s what he did to me.
I’d given him my best—anything he wanted—my work, my loyalty… my heart.
I let him walk all over me—I’d even allowed him to trample my heart.
After he took me to his dungeon and marked me as his own, Sloane Rothchild gave me a reason to dream again, but then bashed it all to pieces. I begged and pleaded, but…
He told me to get out of his sight.
So, once again, I gave him his wish. I took the shattered remains of my heart and walked away.
Pain.
Emptiness.
That’s all that remains.
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly and doting mother residing in the deep South. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.
In short, she’s a multi-tasker – a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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