Self Sacrifice. Anya Summers
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Название: Self Sacrifice
Автор: Anya Summers
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Crescent City Kings
isbn: 9781645636526
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But he wanted Ross to see her face as she climaxed. He released Scarlett’s arms and wound his hand through her hair, giving a few more thrusts with her face raised before repositioning her. With calculated roughness, the billionaire swung Scarlett’s body to the side of the bed and over the edge so low, she was forced to put out her hands to brace herself and stop herself from falling over. He moved her a little more, ignoring her cry as he did so, until her large breasts dangled and wobbled over the bed.
Supporting her with one strong arm, he embedded himself deeper inside her with a hard, unforgiving thrust. He wound his hand through her hair and pulled hard forcing her head up and eyes to look into Ross’. Alexander wanted him to see how much he could tame and pleasure her, making her submit to his will. As he tilted his pelvis once again he made the thrusts hard and in a stabbing motion as though to conquer her and increased the speed feeling his cock tighten. She screamed and shrieked unable to help herself, not knowing how to control her blazing desire. Ross stared at her.
With one firm spank of her bare bottom, Alexander ordered, “Come now, whore, show your husband just how well I have fucked you.”
Although all for the benefit of Ross, the American was surprised how calling Scarlett a whore seemed to spark her orgasm into full flight. She screamed all the way through it as he reached to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, pulling the nipple painfully taut before he felt his cock burst to soak her channel with his hot seed. It made the powerful movement of his hips more purposeful, driving deeper inside her. Outside he grunted and growled with satisfaction but inside his mind chanted, “She is mine now and always will be.”
Alexander lost himself, still moving slow within her to prolong the connection between them when their pleasure receded. Scarlett moaned softly purring her contentment. He stretched over her body and planted small kisses across her back. For a moment, he forgot Ross was there until he heard him stand up brushing off the woman Alexander had instructed to pleasure him. He said nothing as he left the room but the slam of the door behind him told the American everything he wanted to know. The woman quickly followed. A smile of triumph lit Alexander’s handsome features.
Carefully, he raised Scarlett up from her lowered position over the bed and laid her back against the pillows. She was still panting when he swept his hand over her body loving the fine sheen of exertion coating her skin as he did so. He moved his dexterous fingers over the fading yellow bruising on her inner thighs left from being taken roughly by Ross in the past making him vow once more to never allow him to hurt her again.
Alexander covered Scarlett with the sheet and lying next to her pulled her naked body in to his arms, hushing and soothing her to sleep with endearments, enchanted when she curled her body up against him seeking his warmth and protection. Now he was determined she was leaving with him and without anything Ross Blackwood had ever bought her.
Time to make the daydream come true and make Scarlett Blackwood his wife.
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Chapter One
The delicious smell of trees hit Aurora square in the face as she stepped out of her borrowed car. It was the incredible smell of spring in the Texas Panhandle. There was the mixture of just mowed grass, wildflowers, and horses.
She glanced around. No one came out of the large ranch-style house to greet her. The house was huge, with a wrap-around porch on both the bottom and top level. Both of them were decorated with plants and flowers, and so many rocking chairs that Aurora didn’t even stop to count.
A picture of sitting here after dinner, reading a book and enjoying some iced tea made her smile. But then again most things made her smile lately. She’d spent six months in prison, and had been on parole another two and a half years, but not able to set foot out of Rainwater County near Dallas until two months ago. Now she was free, and jobless. The house in front of her wasn’t something she would be able to afford. But if they gave her the job she was here to interview for, then maybe she would be able to sit here and enjoy her tea at night.
She snorted in derision as she slammed her door. She’d interviewed for so many jobs over the last few months, and none of them had gone well. When potential employers heard she was a convicted murderer they usually thanked her for coming and said they’d get back to her. They never did.
For this job she’d talked to Holt Coleman on the phone. His voice had been deep and reassuring and he’d asked her to drive to Bookman Springs, about one hundred miles southeast of Amarillo. It was almost two hundred miles from where she was bedding with friends outside Dallas. Since it was so far she made sure there would be no surprises.
“Just so you know, I’m a convicted murderer,” she said.
“Don’t worry about getting a hotel room in town,” he’d said as an answer. “We have lots of room here for you at the ranch. You can stay here and have dinner with us and meet my brothers, too.”
She’d been so shocked at his response she had almost dropped the phone. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Convicted murderer, yeah, I heard. Please be here around two tomorrow.”
Aurora pulled her phone from her pocket and checked the time; ten minutes after two. She put it back in her pocket and walked toward the front door. Before she could mount the stairs the screen door flew open and a handsome cowboy stepped out.
“Hello, darling! Welcome to the Rescue Ranch.” He hurried down the stairs and held out his hand. “Austin Coleman, at your service.”
Aurora laughed as she shook his hand. “Aurora Bickman. I’m here to see Holt.”
“Yeah, about that.”
Aurora’s heart fell. Her words from last night had obviously set in, and Holt didn’t want to see her. The jerk had let her drive all this way. She tried to pull back her hand, but Austin held it tight.
“Holt is out helping to settle a new filly. I’m supposed to offer you tea and tell you he’ll be here as soon as possible.” He finally let go of her hand. “So come in the house, we’ll fix a drink, and well, I’m sorry to say, you’ll have to wait.”
He turned and went up the stairs as fast as he’d come down them. Aurora guessed his age to be around twenty-five or so. He had the screen door open before she reached the top. She went inside to see an immaculate house full of wooden furniture and walls decorated with western art. The far wall was floor to ceiling glass, with French doors in the middle that were open, letting the smell that had greeted her outside float in.
“Beautiful,” she said.
“Mom and Dad designed it,” Austin said. “Their room is downstairs, and the six of us have rooms upstairs.”
“Six of you?” Aurora asked. “And your parents live here, too?”
“They use this as their permanent address, but right now they are living out of an RV, traveling the nation. We haven’t seen them in forever.” He took a step and then turned back around. “And yes, six of us: Holt, Hawkins, the triplets Reed, Kyle, Wyatt, and then me. I’m the СКАЧАТЬ