Pretty little Mariah gets a lot more than she bargained for when she’s taken hard and unprotected in all holes by four incredibly horny studs with a taste for pretty little virgins!
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Unexpected splashing made Jason turn and peer through the thick foliage. And his heart nearly stopped. He stared, entranced, as the girl glided smoothly through the water. Her arms were long and slender, and her creamy skin was honey-toned. A house servant, he instantly surmised, not a field hand.
Masses of thick golden-red curls were pinned atop her head. Her throat was slim and delicate. Loose ringlets trailed down to touch the water when she cupped cool water in her small hands, and lifted them to drink her fill.
This was exactly the diversion he’d craved! And if she proved generous with her favors—though why should she not, he thought with casual arrogance. He was her lord and master. She could not defy him. She was his to command!
Command was exactly what he craved right now, while his life was turned upside down. And surely she deserved chastising for daring to flaunt her lush body so immodestly where any lusty man could have stumbled upon her!
It was his good fortune, he decided, that he had seen her first.
In one quick move, he pushed through the clinging underbrush and planted his boots on the thick mossy bank. “You, girl!” His deep voice boomed across the water like thunder. She jumped and whirled around. A guilty blush stained her fair cheeks, and instinctively she clasped both hands over her ripe breasts.
Yes, his fortune was definitely changing!
“By what right do you come here and flaunt yourself like a shameless wanton?” he demanded, jamming both fists on his lean hips.
“M-m-milord!” Fear made her stutter like a child. “I meant no harm. The day is hot, so I sought to cool myself before returning to my duties. I have not shirked my work, milord.”
“And that is…?”
“I am a chambermaid, milord.”
“Come out of the water,” he ordered, and stepped back to give her room.
“Milord!” Her eyes widened in shocked dismay. “It is not seemly…”
“It is not seemly for a young maiden to strip naked and prance about in a public place!” he snapped. “I presume you are still a maiden,” he added coolly, raking her with a derisive gaze that made her flush with embarrassment again. “Or perhaps you are merely a strumpet seeking to waylay any rutting stud who can pay your meager fee!”
“I am not!” She forgot herself at the crude insult, and fury sizzled in her remarkable turquoise eyes as her head snapped up. “No man has ever touched me!”
Not only stunningly beautiful, but still innocent!
“How is it no man has touched you?” he demanded. “Do you lust for other women, then?”
"No, milord!” Insult sharpened her voice ever-so-slightly, though she kept her gaze demurely averted. “I have not yet found a man who interests me.”
That was about to change. “You deserve to be punished, Mariah. For your immodesty and your insolent behavior.”
A shiver rippled down her spine. “I meant no disrespect, milord.”
“On the contrary,” he taunted. “I have found that some women enjoy flaunting themselves because they enjoy the consequences. And there are always consequences when a young maiden bares herself before a man in a public place.
“Bend over,” he ordered, “spread your legs, and grasp your ankles.”
Hang on tight, because this sizzling three-book anthology will leave you reeling!
Book 1: Corrupted By Her Kidnappers
When gorgeous, sexy Shauna Vanderbraun flies down to Mexico to celebrate her 18th birthday, she’s kidnapped by brigands who believe they’re the last direct descendants of a long-extinct Incan tribe. Will she be taken hard and unprotected on a sacrificial altar by these five horny, virile men? Can she manage to escape being ravaged in their mind-blowing gangbang? Or will she even want to try?
Book 2: Ravished By Her Kidnappers
Gemini is a homeless teenager trying to survive on the fringes. When all her possessions are stolen, she accepts a meal from three handsome strangers…and all hell breaks loose. In no time at all, she finds herself in the middle of a sizzling no-holds-barred group orgy. Will she lose more than just her innocence as they pound her repeatedly, hard and unprotected, in every hole?
Book 3: Betrayed By Her Kidnappers
Stacy and Josh thought they were going to have a wonderful weekend when they rented a remote cabin way out in the woods. They never expected to meet three muscular studs with a taste for innocent teen virgins! Now their wildest dreams are about to come true as all three horny studs…and Josh…take Stacy hard, fast, and without any protection!
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She’d heard him come upstairs, and had breathlessly waited for him to knock on her door. Would she open it, and let him be the first man ever to venture inside her safe haven? Or would she ignore him, and have the petty satisfaction of knowing she’d annoyed him?
He hadn’t knocked. Instead, he’d waited a moment, then headed back downstairs.
She was panting, she realized, and made a valiant effort to slow her breathing.
She wouldn’t let him touch her, of course. He was a hated man, and hadn’t she sworn years ago never to let a hated man near her?
But he had been near her…intimately near…only a few short hours ago. And her hand still tingled where that hot shaft had burned into it, and pulsed against her fingers like a beating heart. So did her stomach where it had thrust so energetically. And inside…
She was a mess, she decided. And the only way to settle things was to talk them out logically. If Valen tried to cozy up to her again, she’d just explain, calmly and dispassionately, why she would never allow a man to touch her.
And that would be that.
Then she’d crept out of her room, and seen him sprawled on the mattress, vigorously stroking himself. She’d been so stunned, she hadn’t been able to make a sound. She’d only stared like a witless fool as his husky groans had echoed through the cabin, and his lean hips had arched faster and faster, like he was thrusting vigorously into an invisible body above him. Then he’d cried out in ecstatic release, and the shock of it had nearly made her faint on the spot.
She still felt dizzy, and the liquid heat in her belly was flowing through her veins like molten lava. The room felt blazing hot, and that stranger in the mirror was licking dry lips, and moaning a little with frustrated longing.
Why had she changed into a sheer nightgown? Her plush wrapper was warm, but it would be no defense against a man’s eager hands.
Why was she longing for Valen, anyway? A man was repulsive. A man’s touch was repulsive.
But Valen’s touch hadn’t been, she recalled. He’d grabbed her wrists and held her immobile with effortless strength while his muscular body had pressed intimately against hers. His heat had burned into right through her clothes. His...
Her cheeks burned as her mind shied away from the risque word, and the vivid mental image it provoked.
His hardness, she amended, had seared into her delicate skin like a flaming brand. She could still feel the imprint of it against her quivering stomach.
She didn’t want to feel that again; of course she didn’t.
So why was her heart pounding like a kettledrum?
The doorknob turned under her hand. She didn’t remember touching it, but the door was standing open. She listened carefully. The cabin was silent except for the homey cracking of flames, and the shrill howl of wind outside.
Cautiously she eased through the doorway, and peered downstairs. The darkened living room was bathed in golden firelight. Valen was sprawled across the mattress. The silky sheet barely covered his waist; his bronzed chest gleamed like polished wood as the dappled light flickered over him.
Her mouth went dry.
Of their own volition, her feet inched forward. She could barely even hear the cracking flames over the pounding in her own ears. One step, two…