4 Bad Boys to take to Bed (4 Book Bundle Set!) (25 page)
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Authors: Elizabeth Nelson
Steven’s eyes looked both sad and angry as he looked down at me where I lay.
“Katherine…” he started to say.
“Fuck you,” I told him.
He looked at me quizzically.
“Fuck you,” I said again. “Just do what you brought me here to do.”
I saw a look come over his face that I’d never seen before and he brought his hands up to my neck. With an expression that looked almost loving, he put his fingers around my throat and started to squeeze as he stared into my eyes.
I didn’t fight him; I didn’t move. I just stared back at him and let him squeeze until his hands felt like a vise around my throat. I couldn’t breathe and my vision was blurred and red, yet I could still hear Charlie urging him on and Steven’s harsh panting as he pressed down on my throat. Finally, my ears started to ring, everything went black, and mercifully I slipped out of consciousness and onto a cloud.
HAPTER EIGHT
When I came to, I was in the trunk of a car. I could feel the rough road we were on and the rocky terrain was throwing me from side to side. I was wrapped from head to foot in what felt like a blanket. It covered my head and body so tightly that I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I could feel something or someone next to me and I knew that Sandra’s body was with me. I sent out a silent wish that she was in heaven and happy now. The last thing I remembered was Steven’s hands around my neck and I wondered why I was still alive and hadn’t yet joined her in the afterlife.
Suddenly I could feel the car turning off the road and the speed slowed down. We lurched and bumped across a long expanse of what sounded like gravel before we stopped abruptly. When the engine turned off, the silence was deafening. I was afraid to breathe, or even move, for fear they would hear me.
After a few minutes, I heard the doors open and slam behind them. I could hear the muffled voices of Steven and Charlie. It sounded like they were arguing about throwing our bodies in the water or burying us in the ground. I didn’t know what had happened, but they obviously thought I was dead. I lay perfectly still, willing them not to realize that I was still alive.
I heard them walking around the car and suddenly the trunk was open. Through the thick, musty smell of the old comforter, I could feel the cool night air against my face. I kept my eyes closed and tried to take shallow breaths even though I longed to tear the blanket off me and take deep cleansing breaths of the fresh air. I didn’t move; I hardly dared to swallow.
Someone, Steven or Charlie, wrapped their arms around my waist and hauled me out of the trunk. I heard someone grunting with exertion as they carried Sandra’s body behind us. In the distance, I could hear the soft lapping of water against the shore, and all around us was the fresh smell of trees. I thought we must be in a park somewhere or on the shore. I didn’t know how far we’d driven since I’d passed out, but I thought it must be far away since I couldn’t make out any traffic sounds or hear anything that sounded like people nearby.
“This is good,” Steven said from behind me.
Charlie dropped me to the ground and I bit my tongue to keep from crying out as the wind was knocked out of me. Luckily the sound of a motor boat in the distance had distracted them because my gasp of pain sounded like a roar to my ears.
“What is that?” Charlie asked, startled.
“Oh shit, I don’t know. There’s never anyone around here this late,” Steven answered him.
I could sense them standing still above me. Neither one of them moved or spoke again as they listened to the drone of the boat engine fading into the distance.
“What the fuck are we going to do with these?” Charlie asked Steven from above my head.
“Let’s just leave them, we’ve got to go,” Steven answered frantically.
“We can’t leave them out in the open like this. We need some time before anyone finds them.”
“Who cares, Charlie? We’ve got to go. I can hear that boat coming back this way. We don’t have time to deal with this,” Steven whispered fiercely.
“Fine, fine, fine. At least let’s put them behind this tree and throw some branches or something over them,” Charlie answered.
I felt myself being dragged across the rough ground and I was grateful for the thickness of the blanket. I had to remind myself not to tense at the sound of Steven’s breath in my ear as he strained to drag me toward the tree.
When he found a secluded spot, he dropped me again and my head banged against a stump. My eyes filled with tears and my head rang with pain but I kept my lips pressed tightly together and didn’t utter a sound. I heard another dull crashing noise and assumed they’d dropped Sandra’s body next to me. For a moment, the only sound was of their panting from the exertion of dragging and trying to hide two bodies. I hoped they’d both drop dead of a heart attack.
Then I could sense Steven beside me. I could smell the scent he always wore and his heavy breathing sounded familiar in my ear. He put his lips close to my head and whispered, “Goodbye Katherine. Wherever you are, I hope you understand that your sacrifice was necessary. I’ll be President someday. I know you’d understand that I didn’t have a choice.”
Shocked and disgusted, I could feel him standing up and walking away. I heard the doors open and shut as they got into the car, and the dull glow of the headlights shown behind my eyelids. The car backed up and the tires squealed as they pulled away. For a few moments, I could hear the engine getting farther and farther away and then everything was quiet. I was alone with Sandra’s body and I couldn’t move a muscle.
A surge of hatred rose within me and filled my mouth. It tasted like the aftershave that Steven wore and smelled like revenge. A vision rose up in front of my eyes of Steven and Charlie begging for mercy and I felt myself smile. It felt alien on my face, but filled me with a dark sense of glee. I had to live. I had to hold on to reality long enough for someone to find me, because for the first time in my life, I had a purpose. I was going to kill my husband and his partner. I was going to get justice for Sandra and Sana and for myself.
To get the revenge I deserved, all I had to do was live.
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Stronger… Sexier… It was as if Steven had left her there a bruised and bloody, and as far as he thought, dead waste of a life and Kyle had found her and helped her be born again.
Left for dead in the woods for uncovering her husband and his business partner Charlie’s human trafficking sex ring, Katherine is discovered by avid outdoorsman Kyle. Acting on raw emotion and instinct, Kyle quickly becomes an accomplice as he hide’s Katherine’s situation from the police, leaving one dead body behind in order to save another.
Suddenly, Kyle is reminded by his sister, Maura who has made a surprise visit, that he could be involving himself in something really dangerous. However, once Maura hears Katherine’s story, she too is ready to put everything on the line, risking her life, in order to help in whatever way possible. She presents Katherine with what she believes to be the perfect plan. Katherine knew that in this moment the desire to freeze time was overwhelming, but she couldn’t live knowing that Steven lived too.
Now, Katherine may be falling in love with her rescuer despite the fact that Kyle’s sister, Washington D.C.’s most popular escort Maura, has the perfect plan to plot revenge against Stephen and Charlie. A plan that Katherine isn’t entirely sure of, fearing that if she leaves, she might be leaving a possible romantic relationship with Kyle and a perfect opportunity to begin a fresh start, and conflicted with the idea that revenge against Stephen might be more important than love.
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Trinity
The Executive’s Affair
Running from her past. Infatuated with her boss. Risking it all. A one night stand.
Trinity Collins knew she shouldn’t have crossed the line with her boss, but she did and now she has to face whatever the future brings, even while fighting the demons of her past. She’s surprised how persistent he is and has to constantly fend off his advances for more of what she truly wants—another night with him. But she knows juggling a personal relationship with a business relationship is more work than she needs right now.
Now that she’s pregnant with her boss’ baby. When Laszlo finds out, it’s all he can do to stay sane while Trinity remains at arm’s length. But when Trinity and her baby are threatened by one of the skeletons in her closet, Laszlo has no choice but to keep her safe. He learns what it means to be a family man and will stop at nothing to ensure their safety.
Contents
Three Weeks Ago…
The sound of the door shutting behind them didn’t register with her until she felt her back pressed against it and the heat of his body warming her front. The only thing she was focused on was the feel of Laszlo’s mouth on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and his body pinning her to the door. His body was lean and muscular and so strong compared to hers. He had the broadest shoulders she’d ever seen or felt and his chest…well, his chest was frustratingly indescribable and totally delectable. Him, his body, his voluptuous lips, and killer smile had been the star of more than one of her fantasies. And now it was coming true. She was in Laszlo Cstary’s hotel room, kissing him, tearing at his clothes, preparing to have sex with him. Laszlo Cstary. Billionaire CEO. Playboy extraordinaire. Arrogant, self-indulged, sex on legs.
Her boss!
Oh my God, I’m going to have sex with my boss!
This was such a colossal mistake. It was never a good idea to mix business with pleasure, especially considering her track record with men and the past she was determined to keep hidden. The last thing she needed was a repeat performance of what happened on her last job. She knew if she wasn’t careful that’s exactly what would happen though. But, sweet Lord, this was Laszlo Cstary! How on earth could she possibly tell him no when he’s been all she’d been able to think about since she started working for him three months ago? His mouth left hers and trailed hot kisses along her jaw and down her throat. She put her head back and moaned softly. It felt incredible and for a brief moment she thought she might be dreaming.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Trinity,” he whispered in a dark husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Me too,” she said, her hands coursing through his hair, the silky strands slipping between her fingers like an added caress. Wow. Things were happening too fast, so fast that before she knew it, she was standing naked before him. Despite the coolness of the room, her body was on fire. The way he looked at her, his gaze raking over her body, devouring her like a starving man made her knees weak.
Good grief! If he could turn me on with just a look, I can only imagine what he’ll do to me when he finally touches me.
He brought his hand to her mouth and traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. “I’ve dreamt about what it would feel like to have your mouth, to see these pretty little lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
She flashed him her best seductive smile. “No reason you need to keep dreaming.” Trinity dropped to her knees, astonished with her own forwardness. She knew she shouldn’t have had those last two glasses of wine. At least she wasn’t a self-conscious fumbling idiot like she normally was around him. She undid his belt and with one solid yank removed it from his pants and tossed it to the floor. With trembling hands, she unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free.
Holy hell!
Staring her in the face was the biggest, thickest, hardest cock she’d ever seen. It was gloriously intimidating.
Laszlo gathered her hair into his hands and held it away from her face. He smiled down at her. “Is it too much for you, love?”
It annoyed her how sexy his arrogance was. Yes, Laszlo was a walking, talking Adonis who was hung like a friggin’ horse. And he knew it. Hell, everyone who had ever laid eyes on him knew it. Herself included, but she’d be damned if she’d let his size and confidence intimidate her. She licked her lips and wrapped her hand around his shaft, slowing stroking down his length and then back up, her palm circling around the head before taking him into her mouth.
He put his hand on the door with enough force it startled her. “Fuck,” he groaned and sucked in a breath.
Trinity smiled at his reaction. Obviously she sucked pretty well. She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his cockhead, her hand still stroking his shaft as she savored the taste of him. Hot, hard, masculine—it was a heady mixture that, she realized, could become quite addictive. No wonder his countless one night stands continued to come back for more. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could until it became uncomfortable, before slowly pulling back. “Mmm,” she murmured.
“Shit your mouth feels so good,” he said.
With surprisingly controlled movements, Laszlo fucked her mouth; in real slow and deep and then out. She sat on her knees, mouth open, body still, and allowed him to take his fill of pleasure from her. It was making her really wet to listen to him moan, to watch him from under her thick lashes as his chest heaved with every labored breath and to see his head flung back, eyes closed, and lips parted as he inched closer and closer to his release. Trinity was prepared for him to come in her mouth. She anticipated it with reckless abandon.
And then he yanked out of her mouth with a snarl. “Come here.”
As soon as she was on her feet he had her pinned against the door again, his mouth crushing hers with a kiss that demanded obedience and surrender.
As if she could do anything else.
She’d surrendered to him the moment she agreed to come up to his room. Laszlo shoved his pants down over his hips and let them pool around his feet. He grabbed under her knee and pulled her thigh to his waist, first one and then the other until she felt the head of his cock penetrating her slick, eager channel. Stifling a cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet crossing behind his back. “Ah, oh god,” she said on a moan as Laszlo pushed into her, his massive girth stretching her to the point of delicious painful pleasure. He filled her so completely she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. But that was okay because the feel of him pumping inside of her, the feel of his hands grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She wanted to stay like that forever, suspended on the cliff of sheer glorious ecstasy.
Laszlo froze for a moment as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. “Fuck, you feel so good, Trinity. So wet and tight,” he said, lifting her from where she’d been pinned against the door and turning to carry her toward the bed.
She was impressed with the way he managed to stay inside of her, never for a moment losing the contact they both so desperately craved. She felt his hands slide down her ass, nearing closer to her forbidden entrance. He wasn’t…no, he wouldn’t…would he? And then he did. A single finger slid into her ass and she yelped at the sensation. It was so wrong, but it was oh so good, too. Laszlo sat on the edge of the bed and lay down, bringing her down on top of him. His cock was buried in her pussy and his finger in her ass. He didn’t try to add more fingers, nor did he move the one that was in there, he simply held it there.
“Ride my cock, love,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Trinity began to move, slow at first, getting accustomed to the position, and then faster. And that’s when she realized: every time she came down on his cock she also came down on his finger. It was jarring, but it was also so damn good she found herself fucking him harder and faster just so she could experience the feeling over and over again. It was unlike anything she ever could’ve imagined.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes!” She sat up on him, her back arched and her fingers clawing at his chest. Her body took on a mind of its own, gyrating and grinding on him, bucking and bouncing. She grabbed her tits and rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger sending a jolt of pleasure through her body straight to her clit. Laszlo lifted his hips, meeting her as she came down on him hard, eliciting a scream from her.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it Trinity, make it feel good, make yourself come.”
He wiggled his finger inside of her ass and she lost it. She threw herself on him, covering his body with her own as her orgasm ripped her apart. “Laszlo,” she whimpered. Her orgasm had only begun to subside when she felt his cock swell. And then she felt him come, hot and thick inside of her. She found herself coming again, with him, and it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. All the clichés of mind blowing, earth shattering, toe curling sex she’d heard about—none of them compared to what she’d just felt with Laszlo. She laid limp on top of him, no energy or desire to move. He pulled his finger from her and she sighed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” he whispered and she laughed.
“Me either.”
Laszlo took her face into his hands and kissed her softly, stealing her ability to think. “We’re just getting started, love.”
“We are?” Her body tingled with anticipation at the idea of doing this with him again.
He hugged her to him and rolled them over so that she was now beneath him. “Mmm hmm.”
His hips moved and she was shocked to find him semi-hard. She didn’t know that was possible. Her body needed a few minutes to recuperate. At least, that’s what her mind said. Her body was moving with him already, her soft moans a stranger to her own ears.
“I’m not even close to being done with you,” he said. Trinity closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure.
***
Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting an irritating glow on her face. She rolled over and flung her arm over her eyes. It was useless. She’d been woken and there was no going back to sleep for her. Trinity yawned and stretched, her hand grazing over the lump in the blankets next to her. She snapped her eyes open.
Oh my god! I wasn’t dreaming. I really did have sex with my boss last night. Repeatedly.
She groaned. “I’m never drinking again,” she mumbled as she climbed out of bed.
Christ, why are my thighs so damn sore?
And then she remembered. Marathon sex with the king of all things sexual was bound to leave her feeling a little worn out.
It had been a mistake coming here. Hell, she wasn’t even supposed to be here. Sarah, Laszlo’s executive assistant was supposed to have been the one to be here. Not Trinity. But Sarah had come down with a bad case of the flu and couldn’t make it. This business trip, the meetings, the negotiations were so important to Laszlo and he absolutely could not function without an assistant around that when Sarah suggested Trinity fill in, he’d jumped at the idea.
Trinity tiptoed into the bathroom and put on one of the complimentary robes. She didn’t want to risk getting fully dressed. The quicker she could get away the better. She gathered her clothes from the bedroom floor, taking extra care not to wake Laszlo. She was pretty sure no woman had ever snuck out on him and she was positive he wouldn’t take it very well that she did, but that was a bridge she’d cross later. Right now, she just wanted to get the hell out of his room and go home.
