Rich & Bad: Book 3 of "Public Submission"

Daisy Rose

nov. 2016 · Public Submission Livre 3 · Boruma Publishing

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Rose Austin first met Eugene Green when everything else in their lives were falling apart. They never expected their night of passion to turn into anything else.

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But when they meet again two years later, they can't take their eyes - and hands - off each other. And neither of them are as innocent as the night they first met...

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This time, it isn't going to be vanilla.

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~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

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It was two years before I set foot into the bar again.

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Two years after the worst day of my life had led me to the best night of my life. An unforgettably night fueled by raw, animalistic desire.

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We were two wounded human beings grasping desperately to each other, hoping to belong, if only for a moment.

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And for several blissful moments, we were lost in our own perfect world.

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Naively, I thought all sex was like that until I started seeing other people. Only then did I realize how wrong I had been to walk away that night. What we had was different. It would be clich‚ to say it was special, but it was just that. It was unique. It was something that I had never been able to replicate.

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There was a pure carnal desire that brewed inside us and only managed to awaken in each other's presence. No other lover had been able to emulate the way he made my body feel.

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The men I had dated after him were not just inferior, they were sub-par. It was all the same. In, out, in, out.

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It was boring.

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There was something different about the way he made love.

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It wasn't just his dominating nature or his slews of commands. It wasn't because he tied me up on the bed before making love to me. It wasn't even that his eyes were so intense it burned my skin, or that his voice was so deep it vibrated through my bones. It was that when I was with him, the whole world fell apart and nothing else mattered.

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By the time I realized what I wanted, what I needed, was him, it was too late.

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I didn't even know his name.

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It was two years before I set foot in the bar again.

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And there he was, smoking his cigarette. He had the same brown eyes that were as dark as the abyss. My heart skipped a beat.

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Lithe fingers made music on the grand piano but he wasn't looking at the keys, he was looking at me.

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When he spoke, he had the same deep bass that growled and reverberated through my body. I could hear him from where I stood and I knew I could hear him from a million miles away.

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"Hello."

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The world around me fell away.