Burned (Purgatory Club BDSM Erotic) (9 page)

She wiggled her bottom until his cock head slid through her lower lips and prodded her opening.

“
Ruby…”

“
You can’t have control all of the time,” she replied.

She eased down his solid length, reveling in the way he stretched her. Fully seated, she clamped her thighs around his legs and started up a rigorous rhythm. She watched his eyes widen but it was the rough groan that melted her insides. He was gorgeous and he wanted her.

His hands gripped her hips but he made no move to take control, letting her set the pace. It didn’t take long for the heated need to build to a near frenzy. Her body tightened and her clit throbbed as her orgasm raced forward. She was sooo close.

Zane tightened his hands and forced her to still. She shook so hard from need she wanted to cry.

“
You’re so beautiful. Stay with me.”

Desperate for him to let her move again she’d say just about anything he wanted. “You’re being mean Zane.”

“
Aww, poor baby. The mean Dom wants her to wait,” he mocked. If he didn’t have a gorgeous grin on his face she’d have been tempted to knock him sideways.

“
Please, Zane,” she begged.

Her grinned and lifted her body until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. With a protest hovering on her tongue he slammed her down, driving into her with enough force to send tremors shooting through her. And then he did it again and over and over until her body went on overload with no more coherent thought than the delicious fucking he was treating her to.

Ruby clawed at his chest and writhed uncontrollably in his grasp. The hunger inside her grew hotter than any fire she’d experienced. Suddenly the mass of pressure exploded and waves of pleasure crashed over her, sending her into an unrelenting bucking frenzy that made her head spin. Soon thereafter, his groans joined hers when he took his release in a series of hard, forceful thrusts.

Ruby melted into a boneless pile on Zane’s chest and savored the rough breaths they shared as their heart beats slowly returned to normal. The aftershocks continued for several minutes, making Zane jerk every time her muscles clamped down on him. The way he reacted to her made Ruby feel powerful. He’d asked for her submission and driven her to new heights of pleasure that sent her out of this world. But lying here now, with his hand stroking her back she didn’t feel helpless at all. She rather enjoyed the varied ways he went out of his way to make her feel special.

With a smile on her face she lifted her head. “What’s next, sexy?”

Zane lifted her until their gazes met. “There’s always dinner.”

Ruby frowned and he laughed.

“
You worry too much. We are definitely going to have to do something about that.” He lifted her off of him and carried her from the tub. He wrapped a fluffy robe around her and tied the belt at her waist. “First food, then we can discuss how we plan to get to know each other better.”

Ruby pushed her fingers through her hair and tried to calm her racing heart. She was trembling, and she didn’t know why.

“
You’ll stay with me.”

“
What?” He’d said it again.
Stay with me.

He cupped her chin and tilted her head so she was forced to either look at him or close her eyes.

“
You didn’t really think after gaining your submission last night, I’d simply watch you walk away did you?”

She didn’t know what to think. It was all happening so fast. The possessive words. The incredible sex. And the playroom of fire.

He caught her around the neck and drew her close before walking her backward to the wall. She didn’t fight or argue because… The truth hit her harder than she’d expected. She wanted to surrender to Zane. Before she could voice her thoughts he had her pinned to the wall and his thigh shoved between her legs. “I think it’s time for another lesson in submission. Have you ever been spanked?”

Ruby swallowed. “Can I please have dinner first?”

His eyes sparkled. “Yes, you may. Then you can meet me in the playroom.”

Ruby’s eyes widened as she thought of the purpose of his special room.

Fire.

He was right. She would never get enough of him and that thought lit her from the inside out. “Yes, Sir. It would be my pleasure.” Would it ever.

About the Author

Eliza Gayle lives a life full of sexy shapeshifters, blood boiling vamps and a dark desire for bondage…until she steps away from her computer and has to tend to her family.

She graduated Magna Cum Laude (which her husband translated into something very naughty) from college with a dual degree in Human Resource Management and Sociology. That education, a love of the metaphysical and a dirty mind comes in handy when she sits down to create new characters and worlds. The trick is getting her to sit still.

…Join her in her world. The door is always open and the next red hot adventure is just a page away.

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Afterword

Thank you so much for reading
Burned
. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.

My next all new paranormal book,
Bad Kitty
will be out in early 2012. But don’t despair, I have several other books available to tide you over.

If you’ve not yet read my paranormal witch series, Pentacles of Magick, I’d highly recommend you start there with
Untamed Magick
. The series follows four brothers in a fast paced adventure as they work to break a family curse that has plagued their family for generations.

Winner of Best Erotic Paranormal Romance of 2011 at

The Romance Reviews!

A brief excerpt from
Untamed Magick:

The vision of a woman filling the screen took Graelen’s breath away. The tumble of dark blonde hair cloaking her shoulders and back surrounded an oval-shaped face with wide set, deep green eyes. Perfect white teeth nibbled on the lower edge of ruby lips. It was her—the woman he'd been warned about. The one he'd been waiting for. He'd known she would be beautiful and difficult to resist. What he hadn't expected was the sudden surge in his power at the mere sight of her. Every cell in his body sparked when he first spied her on the security camera, and with the seductive power rushing through his veins he couldn't turn away.

“I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Scott isn't available for visitors at this time. Might I suggest you contact his secretary and schedule an appointment?”

He listened as his butler spoke in his typical clipped tone to the woman through the security speaker outside the front gate. She fidgeted nervously as she tried to convince Steven to let her in to see him.

“Please, sir, could you explain to Mr. Scott that I have come a long way to discuss some urgent family business with him? It’s of utmost importance that I contact him right away.” Her voice flowed through the speaker like the softest jazz on a sultry summer night, and Graelen felt the impact deep in his groin as his cock tightened.

“No, ma'am, I'm sorry, but…”

“Steven, let her in.” Graelen hadn't even realized that he'd walked over to the intercom until he pressed the button, cutting off his butler in mid-sentence. He knew he should let Steven send her on her way, her presence meant nothing but trouble for him. Yet for years he’d wondered what event would finally lead her to him. Despite the danger and risk this woman posed to his family, he had to know. Over the years he’d learned to control the cravings to use the magick at every obstacle, and he was certain he could hold his own with the petite woman now holding court at his front gate long enough to hear her out and discover what she wanted.

“Ma'am, if you will return to your car I will open the gate for your entry.”

Graelen watched as a small, smug grin turned up the edges of her full lips just as she pivoted back to her car. Her heart-shaped ass, clad in worn denim jeans, clung to her like a second skin as her hips swayed ever so slightly. As she reached for the car door she bundled her coat tighter around her waist, reminding him of the cooler temperatures that arrived this week, signaling the imminent approach of Samhain in just four days—the most difficult time of year for him and his brothers to resist the temptations of using magick. The ceremonies and traditions of this time created the most intense power surges that called to them, luring them to embrace exactly who and what they were.

This was simply another uncomfortable indication that his mystery woman's appearance at his doorstep was all part of the prophecy his family feared. The one that doomed them to a lonely and short existence. He should have sent her away and not even started what would likely be a fucked up chain of events. Yet, the power surge at her appearance intrigued him, and he had to know: why her and why now?

He'd deal with regrets later.

He listened intently as Steven ushered her into the library to wait for him. He paced the room, trying to work off some of the adrenaline the power pumped through his body. He had to calm himself before he went to her. It wouldn't do for her to see him this close to the edge, fighting the seduction of the powerful magick that currently enthralled him. It would be so easy to use this extra power to get what he wanted. One short spell and his little beauty would tell him everything he wanted to know. It would be simple to take what information he wanted before sending her back on her way.

Grae shook his head clearing those thoughts from his head. Best to face this head on and meet the woman who would be his destiny.

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A brief excerpt from
Slave To Pleasure:

“Get your sweet ass up on that platform, sugar and show ’em what you got.”

Nissa struggled against the ropes wrapped tightly around her wrists as the guard dragged her up the steps. Already a group of women lined up waiting; each one dressed in very little clothing. Not unlike herself. She didn’t need to look to be reminded all she wore was a thigh-length, sheer piece of cloth, fastened around her neck halter style, attached to a leash. The very leash the guard now used to force her onto the stage.

One look into the crowd of male and female fae turned her stomach into knots. The more she struggled the louder they got with their cheers and dirty suggestions. Bile rose in her throat when the bearded man next to the stage offered to whip her into place. With her attention split, she missed the last step and tumbled, slamming her knees onto the wood. Her flesh tore and pain ripped through her body as her bound hands struggled to prevent her face from hitting the ground as well.