Three Simple Rules by Nikki Sloane was recently released and we were blown away by this captivating story. It is filled with intrigue, lust love and HOT, HOT sex scenes.
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We dare you to enter the world Nikki Sloane, where money is no object and sex is always on the table. See for yourself, read an excerpt & enter to win your
own signed paperback of this phenomenal read!
Excerpt
“Do you want my cock?”
I nodded, already too drunk with desire to find words easily.
“Say it.”
“I want your cock,” I said on a broken, shuddering breath.
“Where? Here?” He shoved a finger inside me, unapologetic. His face was shocking and dark, like a predator and I was his cornered prey. “Beg me for it.”
I swallowed, not really sure how to do that. “Please.”
“Not good enough. Make me believe.”
The water ran into my eyes and made him blurry. His fingers moved in a wicked sequence, touching me outside and then plunging inside. Each time he repeated it, my need and agony grew.
“Please,” I cried, “please. I have to have it. I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“Your cock.” I trembled, out of control and falling apart. “I need what only you can give me.”
His nostrils flared in approval. Then, the predator descended upon me. Hands went to the insides of my thighs and urged them apart, lifting one of my knees up so it was hooked over his forearm. His hands braced himself on the wall and he bent his knees so he was at just the right angle to impale me in one swift move.
I gave a sharp hiss at the invasion, my body not used to his size so suddenly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, having to hold on when he fucked me. It was just as he'd said it would be. Hard and fast. My body slammed into the wall from his thrusts. The sound of us colliding over and over again was just loud enough over the shower.
The water running off of him was salty with sweat and I licked my lips, tasting it. Tasting him, since we hadn't kissed. The hand not holding my leg up abandoned the wall and locked onto my breast, squeezing so hard it was right at the edge of pain.
But it was so fucking hot. Not just the shower, but what he was doing.
I should have been upset by this. That there had been no requests or apologies. No compromise. This was all about his pleasure. I was a prop, a doll for his command.
Yet, I loved this. Surrendering completely to him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted. Letting him yank my other knee up around him so he held me up, pinned to the wall, and could drive into me harder, crashing my back against the unforgiving tile. I arched, pressing my breasts against him, letting my wet body slide against his.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled. “No one else has been inside it like I have.”
God, the stuff he said. I was grateful we were in the shower, because it sent a rush of liquid desire straight to my center. This feral, alpha-male version of him was scary and thrilling and I was drawn to it. Eager to submit.
“This pussy is yours,” I repeated back, and he made a sound of pure satisfaction.
I nodded, already too drunk with desire to find words easily.
“Say it.”
“I want your cock,” I said on a broken, shuddering breath.
“Where? Here?” He shoved a finger inside me, unapologetic. His face was shocking and dark, like a predator and I was his cornered prey. “Beg me for it.”
I swallowed, not really sure how to do that. “Please.”
“Not good enough. Make me believe.”
The water ran into my eyes and made him blurry. His fingers moved in a wicked sequence, touching me outside and then plunging inside. Each time he repeated it, my need and agony grew.
“Please,” I cried, “please. I have to have it. I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“Your cock.” I trembled, out of control and falling apart. “I need what only you can give me.”
His nostrils flared in approval. Then, the predator descended upon me. Hands went to the insides of my thighs and urged them apart, lifting one of my knees up so it was hooked over his forearm. His hands braced himself on the wall and he bent his knees so he was at just the right angle to impale me in one swift move.
I gave a sharp hiss at the invasion, my body not used to his size so suddenly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, having to hold on when he fucked me. It was just as he'd said it would be. Hard and fast. My body slammed into the wall from his thrusts. The sound of us colliding over and over again was just loud enough over the shower.
The water running off of him was salty with sweat and I licked my lips, tasting it. Tasting him, since we hadn't kissed. The hand not holding my leg up abandoned the wall and locked onto my breast, squeezing so hard it was right at the edge of pain.
But it was so fucking hot. Not just the shower, but what he was doing.
I should have been upset by this. That there had been no requests or apologies. No compromise. This was all about his pleasure. I was a prop, a doll for his command.
Yet, I loved this. Surrendering completely to him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted. Letting him yank my other knee up around him so he held me up, pinned to the wall, and could drive into me harder, crashing my back against the unforgiving tile. I arched, pressing my breasts against him, letting my wet body slide against his.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled. “No one else has been inside it like I have.”
God, the stuff he said. I was grateful we were in the shower, because it sent a rush of liquid desire straight to my center. This feral, alpha-male version of him was scary and thrilling and I was drawn to it. Eager to submit.
“This pussy is yours,” I repeated back, and he made a sound of pure satisfaction.
Book Summary & Purchase link
I would do anything for my dream job. Now I have to.
In order to save my skin at the office, I'm forced to sell it at an exclusive and illegal blindfold club. He paid thousands of dollars for one night to own me, but when my blindfold comes off, I want more. More nights, more rules, and more from this unavailable and uncompromising man.
Rule number one, no questions. Rule number two, no lies. But, rule number three? That's the hardest one to obey.
In order to save my skin at the office, I'm forced to sell it at an exclusive and illegal blindfold club. He paid thousands of dollars for one night to own me, but when my blindfold comes off, I want more. More nights, more rules, and more from this unavailable and uncompromising man.
Rule number one, no questions. Rule number two, no lies. But, rule number three? That's the hardest one to obey.
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Meet the author
Nikki Sloane fell into graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes both romantic suspense and dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.
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