Blurb
Unshackled is a thrilling ride of sexual awakening,
love, money and corruption…
Trying to escape the evil hold of her stepfather, Abigail becomes a
player in a wildly debauched world that has her body hitting a plethora of
sexual highs, while her heart clings to her new-found love and the desire to be
free. But can she break away and keep it all—the money, her freedom and the
girl?
Or will she lose everything?
Mild excerpt:
***Here, Abi the heroine, and Emma, her
stepmother and forbidden love, are working out in the gym and have just been
left alone by their personal trainer….***
AS THE DOOR CLOSED BEHIND Mick, an
awkward silence cut through the charged atmosphere. I no longer knew where to
look. Mick’s presence had somehow made it okay to enjoy one another, safe in
the knowledge that nothing could happen, but now he was gone...
“I believe it’s your turn,” Emma said,
rescuing me from my nerves. She unfolded her glistening form from the seat and
gestured for me to take her place.
I did so willingly, desperate to busy
myself once more. As I positioned my thighs at the pads, she bent forward to up
the weight for me. Her body was so close that her hair fell forward to brush
across my shoulder, her delicious scent drawing me in. I had to force myself
not to turn to her. To try and remember who she was. To tell myself, my mind
was playing tricks on me. That this couldn’t possibly be happening. That this
could never happen.
“All set,” she said, sending me a heated
look that shattered my misgivings in one fell swoop.
Mutely, I nodded. I could do this, I
could keep control. I could push this weight in my sleep...and ignore the crazy
ache in my belly...Honest...
As my thighs moved outward, Emma’s
brazen gaze followed. Two reps in and I watched her imprison her bottom lip
between her teeth, my own mouth helplessly mimicking...four reps in, she started
rubbing at her throat, her fingers working into the sensitive skin in a
seemingly subconscious fashion. As I moved into the widest point of rep five,
she inhaled sharply, her bare abs flexing with the move.
“You have an amazing body, Abi.”
Her breathless words sent my thighs
collapsing inward, the weight clashing back to rest as blood rushed to service
the tantalizing ache that had increased tenfold with her words. Their utterance
serving to confirm everything that until then had been potential imaginings in
my mind.
“Sorry,” she blurted. “I hadn’t meant to
startle you.”
“You didn’t,” I said, forgetting the
machine at my thighs and any sense of what was right as I looked up at her,
trying to show her just how much I appreciated her back. Just how much I wanted
her too. If only she would make the first move...
Hot excerpt:
***Not going to give anything away here
by telling you what leads to this moment, but if you like what you’re getting a
taste of, get your hands on a copy and find out – it’s hot hot hot***
Raising his hand, he took hold of the
chain that hung from my neck and with slow deliberation pulled at the metal,
tugging at my nipples and stretching out my breasts. The move sent sparks of
painful delight rushing through me and I cried out.
“Fuck me, Abi, did she corrupt you?” he
said thickly.
I nodded and he yanked the chain again,
his gaze flashing as I cried out once more, my breasts thrusting forward.
“You’re so loud.” He pressed his index
finger against my parted lips. “We can’t have you alerting the household.”
Since the house was deserted save for
Emma, it wasn’t a problem, but then I figured he was probably acting out some
sort of fantasy. I could work with that...
“I can’t help it,” I said against his
finger.
“Then I will have to help you,” he said
darkly, his hand replacing his finger to gag me as he yanked at the chain once
more.
Pain shot through me, rapidly followed
by the hedonistic heat of pleasure and I moaned into his hand, tears pricking
at the backs of my eyes at the sharp intensity.
“You like that?” he asked, his hand
still clamped tightly over my mouth, my breaths coming in rasps as I struggled
for air above his palm. “I bet you do, you dirty little whore.”
And he did it again; his eyes intent on
mine as they glittered with unshed tears beneath him, my cries drowned out by
the presence of his hand.
“I’m going to taste every bit of your
delicious, virginal body,” he said, his voice hoarse as he struggled to control
his mounting desire. “And you’re not going to be able to do a thing about it.”
Releasing the chain, he dropped his
mouth to my bound throat to nip and suck at the flesh. I thrashed my head side
to side, partly to do his fantasy justice and partly to gain some air through
his vice like grip. I felt faint with the heady combination of rising passion
and lack of oxygen. It was an intoxicating mix.
“James!” A crack pierced the air and he
leapt back with a yelp. ”I told you to acquaint yourself with her pussy, not
rape her!”
My eyes focused through the haze of
desire to see Emma clad head to toe in black PVC and brandishing a whip behind
him. It was that which had made contact with James, forcing him back, and now
he was on his knees before her.
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