On the verge of giving up, she has a chance encounter with the industry’s most powerful and sexy figure – Alexander Kane. Intriguing, mysterious and wildly talented, the enigmatic man presides over the House of Kane which dominates the modern fashion scene. After building his empire from scratch, he’s now worth billions…
Much isn’t known of his past but what is known is that he has an unmatched will to succeed and have anything he desires. And, his desires are the stuff of legend, even at a young age.
Shocked at his brash romantic overtures, she rejects him at first, suspicious of his motives. But, he is smitten with her passion, fire and beauty and turns his world upside down in pursuit of her. In spite of her initial scorn, she finds that she’s drawn to him and drifts deeper into the seldom seen world he inhabits – both socially and sexually.
Alexander decides he must have her always and so he offers Chloe the opportunity of a lifetime – to work by his side as his personal design assistant. Of course, his position comes at a price. Will she be willing to pay it no matter what the cost?
WARNING: This 8,700+ word title contains graphic descriptions of many lewd sexual acts and is intended for mature readers only. All participants in this title are 18 years of age or older.
An Excerpt from the Book:
“N… No.” I said quietly and then continued, “I don’t understand Alex. Why me? The elevator? I know I’m not your type. In all the years I’ve seen pictures of you with stunning women, none of them ever looked like me.”
He leaned forward once more and whispered sweetly into my ear, “There are many things about me that don’t reach the gossip magazines. Not all is as it seems. Is it so wrong for a man to want you? You’re absolutely gorgeous Chloe.”
It wasn’t that people hadn’t told me I was beautiful – they did. I’d had my share of boyfriends and sexual experiences over the years – none very memorable. More than anything, I’d been told I could be stunning if I “lose a little weight”. Still, Kane could have his pick of those stick chicks and here he was, with me…
Suddenly, his masculine aroma and rock hard body enveloped my mind and sent me into state of bliss. His touch forced goose pimples to erupt from every square inch of skin. My wetness flowed when he spoke, as if on command, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before the confined space we shared was filled with the scent of my hot sex.
He lingered there, in the delicate space between my ear and shoulder – his warm breath teased my exposed skin while he peppered me with light, perfectly wet kisses. His hands finally settled on my hips where he grasped firmly.
Deftly, he reached underneath my skirt. I could feel him tortuously slide his first and second fingers along my swollen lips. They throbbed against the delicate fabric of my panties that cruelly restrained them.
He leaned back, transfixed me with a sexually threatening gaze, squeezed hard into my curves and said, “This is what a woman is supposed to look like, feel like…” I counted two, or was it three, strokes when his fingers emerged and glistened with my pussy juices. He moved them slowly to his lips and then slipped them into his mouth. I shuddered and leaned in towards him, eager for his words. Withdrawing them he said, “and taste like.”Gabrielle Demonico