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    Soaked [A Box Set]

    By Pamela Ann

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    Young. Rich. Beautiful.

    The perfect formula?

    Meet five dashing, irresistibly gorgeous men ready to drive any women mental.

    These sexy stories will leave you in love & enraged. A journey filled with love, lust, titillating sexual tension and agony--packed with heated passion that grips into your soul. It's a roller coaster ride that will leave you...Elated. Breathless. Entranced.

    Warning: If you haven't experienced obliterating, complex-borderline-mental, transcendental kind of love—to the point of desperation—then this isn't meant for you.

    These contain five full-length novels.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPamela Ann
    Release dateSep 21, 2019
    ISBN9780463043080
    Soaked [A Box Set]
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    Pamela Ann

    is a New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author. She studied Fashion Marketing in United Kingdom and has a degree in Business. She has a penchant for pastries, dogs, renaissance paintings, steamy angst-filled novels and traveling.  Get personal notification through your email when Pamela Ann has something new coming out. Join in on special two-chapter previews for upcoming releases, giveaways, current promos, announcements & more. SUBSCRIBE FOR THE NEWSLETTER HERE: http://eepurl.com/PnuMj YOU CAN ALSO FOLLOW HER... Website: http://pamelaannbooks.com Blog: http://pamelaannbooks.blogspot.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pamela.annauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/PamelaAnnAuthor  

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      Soaked [A Box Set] - Pamela Ann

      Soaked

      Soaked

      Pamela Ann

      Contents

      A Whirlwind Summer Romance Book List

      Synopsis

      Bartered

      Acknowledgments

      1. Hugo

      2. Hugo

      3. Hugo

      4. Hugo

      5. Isobel

      6. Hugo

      7. Isobel

      8. Isobel

      9. Isobel

      10. Hugo

      11. Isobel

      12. Isobel

      13. Isobel

      14. Hugo

      15. Isobel

      16. Isobel

      17. Hugo

      18. Isobel

      19. Isobel

      20. Isobel

      21. Isobel

      22. Hugo

      23. Isobel

      24. Isobel

      25. Hugo

      26. Isobel

      27. Isobel

      Book 2 of The Encounter Trilogy

      Synopsis

      UNAPOLOGETIC

      Unapologetic

      FOOD FOR THOUGHT

      Prologue

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      //

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      //

      Chapter 36

      Chapter 37

      Chapter 38

      Chapter 39

      Chapter 40

      Chapter 41

      //

      Chapter 42

      //

      Chapter 43

      Chapter 44

      Chapter 45

      //

      Chapter 46

      Chapter 47

      //

      Chapter 48

      Chapter 49

      Chapter 50

      Chapter 51

      Chapter 52

      SAVAGE

      Chasing Beautiful

      Chasing Beautiful

      Chapter 53

      Chapter 54

      Chapter 55

      Chapter 56

      Chapter 57

      Chapter 58

      Chapter 59

      Chapter 60

      ~S~

      Chapter 61

      ~S~

      Chapter 62

      Chapter 63

      Chapter 64

      ~S~

      ~S~

      Chapter 65

      Chapter 66

      Chapter 67

      Chapter 68

      Chapter 69

      Chapter 70

      ~S~

      Chapter 71

      Chapter 72

      Chapter 73

      Chapter 74

      Chapter 75

      ~S~

      ~S~

      Chapter 76

      Chapter 77

      Chapter 78

      ~S~

      Chapter 79

      Chapter 80

      ~S~

      Chapter 81

      Chapter 82

      ~S~

      Chapter 83

      Chapter 84

      Chapter 85

      Chapter 86

      ~S~

      Chasing Beautiful

      Chasing Imperfection

      87. Blake

      88. Sienna

      89. Blake

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      The Torn Series

      Prologue

      Chapter 90

      Chapter 91

      ~E~

      Chapter 92

      Chapter 93

      Chapter 94

      Chapter 95

      Chapter 96

      Chapter 97

      Chapter 98

      Chapter 99

      Chapter 100

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 101

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 102

      Chapter 103

      Chapter 104

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 105

      ~E~

      Chapter 106

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 107

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 108

      Chapter 109

      Chapter 110

      ~E~

      Chapter 111

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 112

      ~E~

      Chapter 113

      ~E~

      Chapter 114

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 115

      ~E~

      Chapter 116

      ~E~

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 117

      Chapter 118

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 119

      ~E~

      Chapter 120

      ~E~

      ~E~

      ~E~

      ~E~

      Chapter 121

      ~E~

      Frayed

      Frayed

      Acknowledgments

      Prologue

      122. …About a month ago…

      123. Present

      124. …About a month ago…

      125. Present

      126. Trista

      127. Trista

      128. Taylor

      129. Trista

      130. Trista

      131. Trista

      132. Taylor

      133. Trista

      134. Trista

      135. Trista

      136. Trista

      137. Trista

      138. Trista

      139. Trista

      140. Taylor

      141. Trista

      142. Trista

      143. Trista

      144. Trista

      145. Trista

      146. Trista

      147. Trista

      148. Trista

      149. Trista

      150. Trista

      Epilogue

      I ♥️ Heart Sexy Reads

      A Whirlwind Summer Romance Book List

      BARTERED

      UNAPOLOGETIC

      CHASING BEAUTIFUL

      SCORNFULLY YOURS

      FRAYED

      Synopsis

      A woman could be… Everything. Anything. Nothing.

      I was a connoisseur of beautiful things, women included. I had not just one, but three—all exotic, stunning and would do anything I asked.

      My life was grand. It was perfect, and I was content with it all, until a little minx came along. The second our eyes clashed, giving me a glimpse of her violet blue depths that had a mixture of stubbornness and will, though with a hint of something else…

      Choices were made. Decisions were done.

      And, for the very first time in my life, I was challenged with something risky, igniting the animal in me.

      Bartered

      The Encounter Trilogy

      Pamela Ann

      Bartered

      (The Encounter Trilogy)

      Copyright © 2014 by Pamela Ann

      All rights reserved.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without a written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

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      Acknowledgments

      To my Poppets, most especially Sherry, Chantel and Louise—thank you for letting me use your names! And to the rest of the crew, your love and support for my work has helped me get through some tough times…when I’m emotionally and mentally drained. I can’t thank you guys enough.

      Ashley Suzanne, you’ve been such a true gem of a friend. Words can’t be expressed enough…

      To my editors, Kristin and Alizon, thank you for tolerating me. LOL. You ladies are beyond amazing.

      Lastly, to the readers—none of this would be possible without your support. Your

      encouragement and enthusiasm fills me with gratitude. Thank you for letting me pursue my passion.

      Always yours,

      Pamela Ann

      For Phillip...

      Your undying devotion, unwavering love

      and ceaseless patience puts mine to shame.

      Thank you for being the brilliant nonsensical all-around

      person that’s always been there for me.

      Chapter One

      Hugo

      M r. Xavier, your presence is needed sir, Benoît, my head of security, prompted me the second I hung up the conference call I’d had from England.

      I considered him a moment, pausing as I raised my brow, before responding to him with a curt question. In regards to what?

      My life revolved mostly around work. It was the love of my life. The Riviera had been in my family for generations. It was more than a five-star, luxury hotel that offered one of Europe’s finest casinos; it was in a class of its own. It was a legacy that ran in my blood. It became my soul when I had nothing left going on with my life.

      This was all I possessed.

      The power.

      The prestige.

      The privilege.

      Benoît cleared his throat before answering me with his own raised brow, It’s about Miss Dana Bateau, sir. One of the cleaning ladies found her in your library, trying to open your safe. He paused before sharply adding, Sir.

      Dana… trying to open my safe… She’s been with me for over six months, so was this her first attempt? Or the first time she had ever gotten caught?

      I met her through Javier; a man I socialized with yet never welcomed in my circle of trusted friends. Come to think of it, I didn’t have friends. I had partners, associates, acquaintances, but never friendships. I didn’t trust a lot of people, and the ones I did were a puny, trusted circle. Dana obviously wasn’t in it.

      Where is she now? I calmly asked as I turned my attention back to the screen, staring at the message that was before me while I waited for Benoît to continue.

      She’s being held in the villa, sir. We’re waiting for your orders.

      Hmm, I murmured nonchalantly before getting up and striding to the vast glass that covered the entire wall looking down on the night beauty of the lights of Monaco. Wait for me downstairs. I need a moment. Gently barking out an order, I didn’t move until I heard the soft shut of the heavy oak door before strolling towards the marbled table for my humidor. Cuban cigars were lined accordingly. Precisely. Just like my life—it was a well-oiled machine. Although, from time to time, one would find some problems. The imperfections. Like Dana.

      Plucking one out of the leathered case, I reached for my ivory encrusted cutter. It was a present from one of my lovers; one of the few gifts I truly enjoyed. The ivory tusk it had come from wasn’t the byproduct of a poacher—or such was Evangeline’s promise. She’d said it was from her elephant pet who had become horribly ill and they’d had to end her life. She’d loved the pet so much that she wanted me to have something beautiful that had meaning. She was one of the tribal African princesses, so I didn’t question her. Surely princesses didn’t lie? I thought with amusement as I recalled her stating the same thing. She was a woman of beauty and quick wit. I admired that about her. It was unfortunate when we ended our relationship because she was due to marry someone of high ranking from her country.

      Lighting my cigar, I thought of Dana and the contents of the safe. The items in there were of value, however they were of no importance in regards to anything vital—those were kept in a place where no one could access it other than myself.

      Taking a long draw, I was leisurely exhaling the smoke as I savored the smooth taste it left on my tongue when I heard another knock. Angered that someone dared knock on my door when I had given orders not to be disturbed other than by Benoît, I practically growled in response.

      What?

      I heard the man himself clear his throat before breaking more news. There’s another urgent matter, sir.

      "Merde! It was barely noon and this day had led more surprises than Bastille Day. Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?" (What’s happened?)

      I wasn’t known for my temper, nor did I often display it, most especially to the people I employed, but for the past week after that short and curt meeting I’d had with my father, I’d been on a short fuse, about to explode like a ticking time bomb to whomever stepped on my wrong foot.

      Father kept reminding me of the oath I had taken. Each year was the very same speech, and it wasn’t as if I was going to ever forget my vow. Yet every year, on the very same day, he visited to make sure I was in check—that I wasn’t being reckless, as he sarcastically put it.

      Reckless wasn’t part of my anatomy, however the old man persisted. Though I couldn’t lay the blame on him; we both weren’t at fault that we had been cursed. It had caused my father tremendous pain and suffering, and his yearly reminder was done out of love with a hefty amount of caution. It was a curse we both grieved and would endure until we left this earth.

      Benoît came into view, seeming undeterred from my outburst. It’s a matter of a Class A client, sir. He was caught counting cards, and when security detained him, it showed he had insufficient funds to reimburse the checks.

      Money made the world go fucking round and round, just as it did with mine.

      How much does he owe?

      Three hundred thousand euros, he uttered without a blink.

      C’est des conneries! (This is bullshit!) "This man owes me three hundred thousand euros, and he still managed to get inside my casino to gamble some more—, and security didn’t flag him?"

      The finance department wasn’t notified until an hour ago. The security team wouldn’t have known that, Monsieur Xavier. Our men follow protocols, never fear of that.

      They did. Of course, he was right. He was the one who made sure everything was perfect. Batard.

      Where’s this man now?

      He’s in one of the rooms next to the finance office, Monsieur.

      Meet me in the casino in the elevator lobby in ten minutes. I nodded, nose flaring as I put down my cigar, wondering how unlucky I was to be dealing with such bullshit so early in the morning.

      Chapter Two

      Hugo

      M y daughter—she’ll work the debt off, the man before me said in such a temperamental tone it somehow set me off like a rocket.

      I beg your pardon? I don’t do this sort of negotiation, Monsieur Callas—you must be mistaken. This pompous ass of a man was telling me that his daughter—his very own daughter—was to pay off his debts. What a disgrace! The likes of him didn’t deserve any love and support from a daughter he would unthinkably offer like they were chopped meat from a butcher’s stall.

      My subtle decline of his generous offer seemed not enough to get my point across because he pulled out his phone before sliding it towards me. "She’s willing to pay the debt off for me, if you let me walk out of the door without charges."

      Mon Dieu! This man was beyond appallingly dense. "And what do you suppose she’d do, Monsieur Callas? I am fully staffed. Paying off three hundred thousand euros would take her years—I don’t have such time to waste. I’m running an empire, not a trade show." I ignored the phone before me, unwilling to even consider the most absurd of ideas.

      This wasn’t the first time a man had written bad checks. In fact, this sort of atrociousness happened all the time. Rich men who couldn’t afford to bankroll their expensive lifestyle anymore were willing to auction off their best assets; heirlooms, paintings, cars, yachts—name it, I’d taken them all. I was ruthless in the business arena and every time a man offered their wife or daughters to pay the debts off, not only was I harder to negotiate for terms after, but I simply lost respect for them as a person, as a man.

      A knock on the door interrupted us.

      "Oui?" Barking at the mahogany door, I loosened my tie as I felt my temper rising. Truly, this day was outrageous.

      His daughter is here, sir. She’s requesting to see her father. Benoît’s voice came through the slit of the slightly ajar door.

      Merde! I muttered through my gritted teeth as I glared at the overly confident man before me. You invited her here? I said accusingly.

      Dark, detached eyes met my own. I alerted her the second the security team asked me to step aside. She lives close. Besides, you might find her a gem.

      This was becoming a circus. Was this man’s gambling a family affair then?

      Let her in— This better be worth my time, I thought the second the words left my lips.

      Constantin Callas was known to be a brash, unscrupulous womanizer and a degenerate gambler. This was the first time I had met the man, and I disliked him on the spot.

      Both of our heads turned towards the door when we heard it creak open. Upon entering, a slim figure of a woman with ink black hair and the most fascinating eyes with a small, delicate face captured my undivided attention, striking me like I had never been before in my life. My throat and my groin constricted at the same time, spellbound by the beauty and confidence she exuded. What a sight she was….

      I apologize for interrupting your meeting, Mr. Xavier, but my father said it was urgent I join you both. Her voice was soft, yet it hinted of enough force to mean she was to be taken seriously. Well, the woman walked into the right room because things truly just became serious.

      Leave us, I commanded, eyes unwavering at her while the rest of the party in the room, including her father, started to retreat behind the doors. The moment I heard silence, I decided I wanted a better view, therefore I stood up, face not giving away my thoughts, as I sized the would-be prize. My eyes roved over her delicate figure, admiring her beguiling beauty. What’s your name?

      Her eyes snapped to mine, enthralling me for a second. A heartbeat. Isobel, she stated proudly as those blue eyes with hints of violet struck me within. It was immediate. The rush so potent it left me reeling. I felt it in my gut, fueling the heated fire in my groin all the way to my cock.

      Isobel, I tried her name on my lips, unsure what to make of it. "So… Isobel… What are you doing here?"

      She met my gaze, brazen and painstakingly beautiful. I’m here to help my father.

      Ah, the old man. He was a man who knew quality, and he was certain I would get entranced the moment I laid eyes on his daughter. He knew how to bargain, I’d have to give him credit for that.

      How do you plan to help your father, Isobel? I raised my brow, wanting to see where and how far she’d take this conversation. Three hundred thousand euros is not a small number.

      Determined, she only lifted her chin at me. I can work for you—be a secretary, a cook, a companion, she rasped out. I could be whatever you like… She trailed off at the last bit of the sentence.

      My mouth quirked when she couldn’t utter what she truly meant. No, she didn’t blush, but I could tell it made her uncomfortable. As it should. No right-minded woman should offer herself to pay off her father’s debts.

      I have three girlfriends—well, two at the moment. I retracted the second I recalled what Dana had been up to. I can get a woman without having to pay her that hefty amount.

      She looked confused then panicked when my words finally sunk in. "Please, Mr. Xavier—I beg you—I can fill in the third position."

      She seemed desperate, making me more curious as to why she was doing this. There had to be a good reason. Now, why would I do that? Do you have any special skills to please me that Sherry and Chantel can’t do?

      Beautiful eyes blinked blankly at me. No. She shook her head dejectedly. I do not.

      Gazing at her luminous skin, I felt almost tempted to touch it before common sense took over. "Very well. So tell me again, why should I hire you?"

      Because you’re a good man, and you’d take pity on me. Her voice was strained. My father is a hard man, and I’m sure you have no ounce of remorse towards him, but my brother and I—my brother most especially needs him. If father decides to cut him off from his monthly allowance from my grandfather’s estate, things could get very ugly and difficult for the both of us.

      So you’re saying you’re willing to sell your body to secure your brother’s lifestyle and yours? Did I get that right?

      My heart turned cold. How often did I see these demure, beautiful women and think them angelic, only to be proven wrong when they turned out to be after one thing? Money was a powerful thing to behold. It turned gentle souls to cruel, ruthless beings. It bred selfishness and greed, but most of all, it propelled more evilness in this world. And yet, without it, there would be no system. It was disappointing to learn Isobel was in the same pond as the rest; however, I couldn’t really say I was shocked by her admission. After all, if your father was Constantin Callas, could one really expect more of you?

      She opened her cherry glossed lips to protest, but shut them instead and made a small nod, agreeing to everything I threw at her. I suppose, if you put it that way, then yes, I am selling myself to you.

      There was something in her voice that tugged at me, as if her sadness was something I should take notice of… care for. It was odd.

      Remaining mum, I strode towards the silver tray, took the carafe, and poured myself some red wine. Would you like some? I offered before taking a sip, eyes still watching her, taking in every expression that crossed her beautiful face.

      Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head to decline my offer before stepping closer to me, brows furrowing. What will happen to my father?

      Precisely like the rest. Since the fool didn’t want to offer anything else apart from her, it said a lot about him and how much he cared for his children. Some people weren’t fit to be parents. But that problem wouldn’t ever be mine. I supposed I could be grateful for that.

      Gazing into the remaining liquid in my glass, I paused before answering her. He’s going to jail. As expected.

      No. No. Please—help me, she persisted. Let me be at your disposal. I promise I won’t let you down.

      Very well. I shall test her resolve… Come tonight. And no, I won’t do anything to you, but I want you to watch how I take a woman. Then you can decide if this is something you want.

      She licked her lips before nodding nervously at me.

      Striding towards the door, I gave her one last, lingering look. I’ll have someone come get you tonight. Until then… Isobel.

      Chapter Three

      Hugo

      At exactly midnight, she entered my bedroom, joining Sherry and Chantel just as I had requested of them. Both of my women were beautiful, but there was something about Isobel that stirred a far more formidable reaction within me. Possibly it could be due to the mere fact that didn’t come to me as a willing woman. She was desperate to fix her father’s crucial problem; consequently she had to sacrifice herself like a lamb to be at my disposal.

      Be that as it may, though my principles protested, there was something about the thought of having a reluctant woman forcing herself to open up to a man she barely knew because of an obligation. It was twisted at its best, but the appeal fired my nearing boredom of my usual tastes.

      Apart from her beauty, Isobel was different. My cock was certain of it.

      I liked aggressive, sensual women, and she was plainly the opposite of that. She had a way about her that gave away the veil of innocence even though she masked it as much as she could. The animal in me wanted to strip it bare—literally and figuratively—and lavish on her unmarred innocence. I felt compelled, driven to be the very man to unleash her into a world full of sensuality, rutting into unparalleled mating.

      Staring lustily at her beauty, I saw she had changed her clothes into a demure, black dress while Sherry and Chantel both wore silk robes, ready at a snap of my fingers.

      Mon chéri, Sherry rasped out as she brazenly strode across the room, bridging the gap before us while the other two stayed back, waiting… watching. My beautiful, blonde, seductive woman gave me a whisper soft kiss before she slowly started to take my clothes off, starting with my silk tie. We’re here to make you feel better.

      My cock alarmingly didn’t salute to her soft caresses. Sherry was my main lover. She’d been with me for about five years, and in those years never had this ever happened to me. My cock worshipped her, yet tonight, her voice and her soft touch didn’t feel enough.

      My hunger was thriving for more…

      For Isobel.

      However, I had made the promise earlier that I wouldn’t do anything to her. I meant to keep the vow even though I’d end up blue and frustrated. A man of my word was what I was known for, but tonight, my passionate nature tempted to overrule my senses.

      Needing more of a distraction before my mind wandered off to the inevitable, I snapped my hard gaze towards my other lover. One look was enough command to have her coming to her heels, naked in a blink of an eye as she abandoned her robe without thought.

      Mon Roi. (My King.) She seductively smiled at me then got on her knees and slid the rest of my clothing off my body before I felt Sherry’s lips on the back of my neck, breasts pressing against the expanse of my back as her nails dug into the skin of my buttocks.

      Across the room, I heard Isobel’s sharp intake of breath just as Chantel’s mouth met the head of my shaft.

      Glancing towards her, she had both of her arms wrapped around her stomach as she bit her bottom lip, looking like she’d been caught stealing something valuable. Our gazes clashed and the turmoil of emotions in her face awakened the beast in me. I wanted to comfort and hurt, provide pain and pleasure, anger and delight. The wave of feelings awash over me, leaving me strained and confused, but most of all, raging with a fire so fierce the woman with enchanting eyes could alone stoke it brighter.

      Eyes locked together, I was held mesmerized as I felt both Chantel and Sherry sucking my cock, softly, gently—hungrily.

      Each second that ticked by without her breaking contact, the harder I got. Though the ladies’ ministrations were excellent, it was the woman across from me—the air of reluctance she portrayed and the avid curiosity—that got me going. Moreover, when I let out a deep, pleasing groan and she dared break contact, the savage beast in me emerged, needing to come out and play.

      Ladies, I need to speak with Isobel, I spoke softly yet succinctly. Without glancing at my lovers, I knew my cutting command confused them, yet I didn’t have the luxury of time to explain anything. Besides, I never explained anything to anyone. These were part of the rules in being my kept woman. I showered them with all the beautiful things life had to offer, and in turn, they gave me gratitude.

      From my peripheral vision, both women quietly gathered their robes and slipped out of the room until it was just the two of us left. She still looked aghast and frazzled. I remained boldly naked—and harder than I had ever been in my thirty-four years of manhood.

      Giving her enough time to breathe and get used to the idea we were alone before deciding to close the gap between us, I languidly strode towards her while her eyes fought the need to glance towards my emboldened member, charging with purpose. Once I reached her, my hunger tripled.

      Good evening, Isobel, I greeted as calmly as I could, mismatching the storm raging within.

      Her brow furrowed, nervous and unsure of herself. Hello, Mr. Xavier, she meekly said, meeting my dark depths.

      Hugo, I corrected her. Let me hear you say my name.

      She nervously licked her lips before whispering my name. Hugo. The sound made me groan with pleasure as I felt a small bead seep out of the head of my shaft.

      Her eyes dropped towards my raging manhood as I noted the emotions that flittered across her beautifully delicate face.

      Frightened of what it could do to you? My control was slipping as I tried to portray the unaffected man before her, yet my member gave me away, seeming beyond enraged. Wanting to progress further, I went on with one purpose. Touch it. It’s been waiting to make your acquaintance.

      Shimmering eyes focused on me, baffled and questioning. I thought you said you weren’t planning on doing anything with me tonight.

      Her vulnerability made me feel amazingly powerful. "And I will keep to my word, but I never said anything about you not doing anything to me, ma chéri."

      "Oh—well… uh… what did… you want?" she stuttered her words out before licking her lips and clashing those tantalizing orbs at me.

      What did I want? Whatever she was reluctant to give, my mind automatically said as I looked down at her, wondering how her hand would feel against my skin. Touch me, Isobel.

      Her fingers shook as she bit down on her lip before giving me a tortured face, thus making me ache further for her touch. I let out a harsh breath when she made contact. She brushed her finger on the tip as she stared at my cock with fascination twinkling in her eyes. This woman hadn’t done much, however her mere here-and-there touches almost made me combust inside. Her vulnerability, reluctance, and curiosity made a heady, potent concoction for me, and I simply couldn’t get enough. I wanted more…

      Make me come in your hands, ma belle.

      She swallowed whatever saliva she had before she gripped my length firmer, harder as she began her ministrations.

      Grip the base and focus on the head.

      She did as I asked her before I gradually started to thrust my hips into her palms, shutting my lids close as I focused all of my senses on one part of my anatomy, basking on her sensual hands and fingers. Lust veiled my sight as I opened them to watch her work me well, and by God, what a sight she was.

      Look at me. Give me those beautiful eyes, ma belle. I want to stare at them while you stroke my cock. I want to see your soul while you make me come in your hands.

      The sexy, shy kitten did as I requested, stroking the deep, sensual furnace within my body before it escalated to its peak and erupted beautifully, magnificently in her hands.

      Chapter Four

      Hugo

      After watching her perform on me, following as I asked her what to do, sure was enough for me to decide what to do next. Though I admit, her looks alone already gave her a ninety-nine percent guarantee of approval.

      Half an hour later, I called on Benoît for the contracts before I strode into the adjoining bathroom to clean up. She did the same, blushing as she requested if she could clean up as well before Benoît got there.

      Casually nodding before I watched her sprint towards the bathroom, I strode towards the end of the coffee table in the corner room to have a shot of my favored M whiskey. This was a limited production, and its rarity made it all the more compelling to acquire. Every drop was exceptional, just like the woman who had temporarily fled into the bathroom.

      The soft knock made me glance towards the door. Oui?

      Here’s what you requested, Monsieur. Benoît strode into the room before setting down the folder atop the marbled antique table. He made a quick glance towards the bathroom before giving me a curt nod.

      Merci beaucoup, Benoît, I murmured as I wondered what he thought about the deal I had with Constantin Callas. It wasn’t anyone’s business, but Benoît had been with me for over a decade, and I didn’t just see him as someone I employed. Through the years, a bond had formed, and I considered him a friend.

      Alas, there was another problem I needed him to handle. In regards to Dana, will you please do the necessary steps and send me a video during the interrogation. I wish to no longer see her.

      He gave me a knowing look before clearing his throat. As you wish. I’ll take care of it in the morning.

      C’est parfait. (Sounds perfect.)

      Bonsoir, Monsieur Xavier.

      I nodded, bidding him the same.

      The soft creak of the opening bathroom door made me aware she was coming out, but I didn’t glance up to watch her move and sway her hips as she walked. Instead, I threw my head back and emptied the contents of the glass in my hand before helping myself to another dose of the amber contents that didn’t seem to lessen the burn doing a maelstrom in my groin. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts without looking at her and devouring her on the spot.

      Her touch had merely whet my appetite and I wanted more—so much more. The second she signed the contract, the better.

      Still not looking at her, I addressed the envelope that sat on the table. The contract is ready. Go over the details, and if you have other demands, let me know so we can negotiate before a new one can be drawn up first thing tomorrow.

      Okay, she murmured softly before I heard her take a seat and go through the sheets of papers enclosed.

      All this time, I had been taking one shot after the other, breathing in calmness, bidding my time so I wouldn’t have such an evident hard-on before I decided to face her.

      After a moment or two of thinking I had cooled off a bit, I spun around and my eyes immediately darted towards the view of her back. I noted how delicate her neck was then paused a moment, frowning. Merde! Since when did I care or notice a woman’s neck, delicate or not? Hissing at myself, I gave her a moment or two as she scanned the contract.

      Denying myself from going through the pleasures I was accustomed to had been a mistake because it had boggled my mind. I was noticing things that usually didn’t heighten my libido. First thing tomorrow, I would need Chantel to come to me before I showered to do some laborious working out.

      Problem solved, I was in a much better mood.

      Have you skimmed through it? I casually asked as I took the sofa opposing her, needing to see her face and what she thought of it. I had a knack for reading people’s minds before they voiced their opinions. Isobel wasn’t any different.

      Yes. Her eyes remained on the pages, flickering through the words, absorbing the details.

      "Do you find it agreeable?

      She shook her head, looking frustrated. I will have to take a semester off school since it says six months here. She released a breath. Summer break is only three months.

      Merde. How old was she? How come I forgot to ask her this one vital question? She couldn’t be eighteen, could she? Imbécile! (Moron.) How did this slip my mind? Because your cock twitched and it was all you could think about then, my mind immediately supplied the answer. So much for fair thinking…

      Looking at her in the eye, I prayed she wasn’t that young. How old are you, Isobel?

      I’m twenty-three. It’s my final year before I graduate…

      Thank goodness she wasn’t as young as I’d feared.

      Where do you study?

      In England, but my home is Athens. I was here to visit my father for a week because my mother asked it of me.

      So Callas was here vacationing his summer in Monaco to gamble away while his family was back home in Athens? What a remarkable man, I thought sourly. My own father could be cruel in his own right, but he never once abandoned me for his own pleasures, even after my mother died a few years after giving birth to me. Eli Xavier was tough, but even with his hard exterior I never once questioned his love or intentions.

      Flickering my gaze back to the beguiling woman, I knew I wouldn’t want any more than the six months offered. Besides, the old man Callas needed to be taught a lesson. I’d have to make sure he was banned in all the casinos in Monaco and France. If he wanted to gamble, he’d have to go elsewhere.

      The agreement is for six months, ma belle. That’s up to you if you want to sign it or not.

      She gave me a seething look before breaking away. "You know I don’t have a choice."

      I did, and I had to capitalize on it because there was something about her I wanted to taste. She looked too delectable—supple and ripe—and the thought of roughening her up a little with disheveled hair, bruised lips from kisses, and raw, throbbing lips from my passions… What decent man with standards wouldn’t be tempted to make an exception?

      This was the main problem with us. Place sex, beauty, and innocence in an equation, and men would have a hard time looking away; would have a tough time fighting their own animal urges to dominate and mark the very woman who had their engines revved up like no other.

      I was the very same man. Even though I had always vowed not to play in this sort of field, a lot of men in my world took part in it. It had always amused me, but it had never come to a point where I had wanted to actually see and sample it myself. Beauty like hers didn’t come often, however.

      Alors. I was here and I fully intended to enjoy it as much as I could.

      Hugo? Her soft voice with my name on her lips almost made me groan in frustration.

      Oui, ma belle?

      You said I could negotiate terms… I have a few of my own…

      This certainly got my full, undivided attention as I wondered what she’d negotiate with me. Go on?

      She took a deep breath and exhaled as loudly as she’d inhaled, as if she was preparing to say something she knew would displease me. My stipulations are… well… uh… I don’t want vaginal sex, even if there’s protection. It’s non-negotiable.

      I waited a beat or two, hoping she meant it as a joke. But when her face remained the same, I instantly blew up. "Mon dieu! What’s the point of all of this then? I want you in my bed, and I won’t have it any other way!" What man would agree to such an atrocious deal?

      My outburst didn’t seem to bother her as she slowly stood up to face my enraged state. I will be in your bed—be your third woman—never question that. And we’ll be having sex, but not there…

      I froze, eyeing her as if she had grown horns on her head. Come again? I think I misheard you.

      You didn’t. You heard me fine.

      Taking a few steps to meet her, I gave enough distance because I didn’t trust myself to be this close to her and not dump her in bed, open her legs, and plow into her supple body. "You don’t want vaginal, but anal you’re okay with? What madness was this? Besides, what kind of woman would agree to such an arrangement? May I ask why?"

      She didn’t blink before giving me an answer. Everything is personal… except for that.

      Isobel was young, maybe her understanding in what was personal and what wasn’t had been muddled by her ex-lovers?

      Ma belle, you might confuse the two, but trust me when I tell you that anal is personal; probably more personal than anything. Virginity is a rarity these day, but anal virginity isn’t something a woman casually gives to any man they come across—it’s for the man they love or trust. I am neither of those in your life.

      Not to me. I find the other way much more sacred, and I only share that with someone I love. I hope this doesn’t offend you, Hugo, but I’m trying very hard here to meet your needs as well as my own.

      She was honest; I’d give her that. This certainly placed a strain on my plans. Very well. If you insist. I was getting half of what I’d hoped; however it wasn’t all lost. You said you wanted a few. What are the others?

      I want my own bedroom.

      Sleeping with my lovers wasn’t a thing I was accustomed to. She’d know soon enough. It’s already waiting for you, ma belle. What else?

      If there’s an emergency that would need me to go home, I’d like it if you wouldn’t hinder that right for me.

      Family was important. It was one thing my father had instilled in me. I respected that. Without question, family comes first. I nodded in agreement. Anything else?

      That was all I needed, Hugo.

      Very well. I will have these alterations drawn up tomorrow. It should be ready at nine thirty in the morning and should be in time for breakfast. I’ll see you then, Isobel.

      Blushing, she gave me a small, encouraging smile. Thank you for giving me a chance, she murmured before leaving me to watch after her exit of my bedroom.

      If I was confused before, I was more confused after that odd sentiment. She said thank you—she was giving me her body, yet she said thank you!

      Merde.

      Chapter Five

      Isobel

      C an you make a fresh espresso, s'il vous plait, Hugo directed without flicking his eyes towards me as they roamed the computer screens before him, studying the red and green graphs.

      I paused, eyes stuck staring at his striking side profile before making a curt nod to myself. Of course, Mister Xavier.

      Hugo, Isobel. Dark pools of chocolate brown eyes zeroed in on me, making me breathy and out of sorts.

      Hugo, I breathed his name, feeling flushed. All right, Hugo. I’ll go make you your espresso. Closing my eyes briefly to push my embarrassment aside, I slowly made my way out of his plush office and into the kitchen right outside the area for his secretary and two of his personal assistants, who were working in a hushed, serene manner.

      It’s been a week since that night I signed my contract, and for the past seven days, this was something I hadn’t expected to be doing—fetching everything he wanted and needed.

      I unassumingly became his assistant—his third one. The man had a great team that offered more help than any man should need, and still, he bossed me around like a pet or an irrelevant person.

      It wasn’t anger I felt but more of a feeling between unappreciated and devalued. It was as though I wasn’t good enough to be with him like how Sherry or Chantel were. A blessing was how I saw it because it truly was. I had thought the second I signed he’d become this brute of a man who wouldn’t care about what the terms and conditions I stipulated were. Then, true to his word, he had surprisingly stuck to them, and I had been almost sure he would break it. However, seven days later, the man had yet to do anything sexual with me.

      After that night, nothing had happened. I wasn’t complaining—not really—but I was more apprehensive because there had to be a meaning behind all of this, shouldn’t there? A man couldn’t want one woman then change his mind the second she said she wouldn’t be willing to have vaginal sex with him. Some would even argue that men would see this as a challenge. Still, Hugo Xavier had not shown any interest in me at all except for giving me orders to get him this and that. For three hundred thousand euros, this job I was doing was puny, but who was I to complain? This was what I had hoped for when I signed, although I couldn’t help feeling the bite of his rejection.

      My imagination had run amuck, and I had pictured all sorts of ugly scenarios in my head the moment I signed those six months of my life away, yet he had become the polar opposite of that hungered, over-eager man. What had happened? Every night I would try to remember, but nothing caught my attention to satisfy my question.

      He’d been civilized and courteous, asking me every day if everything was okay for me, and I couldn’t be more baffled at his personality. Apart from his appallingly beautiful good looks that always left me dumbfounded, I had learned he was well-received and well-loved by the people he employed, in the villa and his casinos.

      Being Greek, I knew a lot about male pride and ego, which Hugo Xavier had in spades; however, it was a first for me to see a man that prided himself and yet never forgot to greet his employees when it was their birthday, or when it was their wedding anniversary. He even went as far as to give them free hotel stays and other perks they loved getting by being employed by him. Granted, my father’s business wasn’t as grand or lavish as this one, however he never treated his people this way. Cracking a smile towards your workers would be a sin in my father’s eyes.

      It was a refreshing change, and after learning bits and pieces of him for the past week, I felt almost secure he wouldn’t harm me—not at all the way I had pictured it in my head.

      Taking a fresh cup from the cupboard, I absentmindedly took a call when my phone rang in my hand. Hello?

      Isobel…

      I stilled, shutting my eyes as I cherished the sound of my name. Damen.

      He groaned in vain. Please tell me you’ve changed your mind. You can’t seriously break- up with me through a voicemail, Izz.

      Izz. That was his nickname for me. Damen was my first boyfriend, my first love. My first everything. Breaking up with him a week before had not been easy, but I had to do what I must to save my family.

      In my heart, if what Hugo had said was true, then six months of waiting for me wouldn’t be a problem. Could it? Hopefully, by then, I could have all of this behind me. Damen was the reason I had requested the clause in the contract. Because I knew, deep down, what I was doing was wrong, yet values wouldn’t save my family. Subsequently, I had needed a couple alterations to avoid betraying the man I loved in all aspects. It was a small compromise, I knew, but it was all I could do at the moment.

      My heart was Damen’s, and it would always stay that way, even if Hugo Xavier made me feel things—things that were forbidden. One penetrating look of his eyes never failed to draw something out of my body. It was raw. Carnal. Magnetizing.

      The man exuded power and beauty with each breath he took, women sighed at the sight of him. Moreover, even though I found his handsomeness disarming most of the time, it would be a mistake if I got carried away and submitted to the animalistic, passionate man hiding behind those tantalizing eyes.

      He was the kind of man who needed full submission from his woman, most especially in the bedroom. It was something I had never feared because I wasn’t like Sherry or Chantel, who both had fallen into the Xavier spell. No. I was a woman in love with another man. A man whom I had vowed to spend the rest of my life with at the tender age of sixteen—before we had even shared our first kiss.

      Hugo Xavier was just a man—nothing extraordinary. Six months with him wouldn’t jeopardize me emotionally. I was certain of it.

      Chapter Six

      Hugo

      Iwatched as Isobel carefully placed the espresso cup and saucer next to me, and how gracefully she slightly bent her body while protruding her delectable bottom as her provocative scent blanketed my space. I tensed as her scent filled me from my nostrils all the way down to my chest, sitting low in my stomach before settling in my groin. Cocking my head to the side, I silently cursed in vain, hating the fact she had this effect on me. She was just so… feminine and so achingly gorgeous that it was hard not to be affected by her. One look was all it took. It stoked the temptation I had pushed aside for the past week.

      Normally, it was up to me if I wanted to be affected by their displays of subtle flirtations and such, but it was different with her. Why? I wondered, frustrated at the contracts we had signed a week before. I simply couldn’t fathom her request, and had thought it a joke, that she’d change her mind the next morning. However, the joke had been on me.

      I toyed with the idea of making her change her mind through seduction. I wanted her—badly. She would eventually beg me to take her. After all, that was the only way I would take her, and that was if she’d let me, giving me her full consent because, if I crossed that line, the contract would no longer be valid, and I would be the one paying her the same amount her father owed me.

      Seducing her into submission was my way of showing her I would be willing to honor her wishes and, at the same time, get what I wanted in the end. I loved a good challenge, and Isobel offered that in spades. It was a wager I had with my ego and pride that I couldn’t turn down.

      Seeing as she stood to the side, awaiting orders, I focused on the coffee before me, picking up the steaming cup as I took the dark espresso shot in one go. The scalding hot contents burned my tongue all the way down to my throat, the bite making me grit my teeth as I lavished on the instant effect it had on my body.

      My sex drive was far from abysmal. Even after I had taken one of my lovers, with one look at Isobel, I would immediately get hard again. It had been difficult to be around her in the villa, which was why I had tried to keep it platonic for a whole week, because I wasn’t sure I could handle being alone with her. Most especially after that horrid clause in the contract. My hunger hadn’t dissipated. In fact, I believed the damn clause had only made her even more appetizing in my eyes.

      After a week of avoiding her, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take her out tonight to an event I had committed to attending. It would also suit the other purpose of wanting to get to know her better, and being as it was a public place, there would be a slim chance I would try to devour her on the spot.

      Clearing my throat, I checked the time before giving her a quick, swiping glance then focused back on my computer screen. I have a gala to attend tonight, and I’m taking you with me.

      Her brow rose, giving me that sexy look while her lips glowered at me. Oh, Sherry is not available?

      There was a subtle hint of bite in her words. It made me feel the need to reinstate who was the boss here.

      "I take whomever I choose, Isobel. And tonight, I choose you. Do you have a problem with that?"

      She paused, staring at me, before blinking those tantalizing, long, sooty lashes at me. No, Hugo, I don’t have a problem with that. Pressing her lips together, she straightened her stance. What time do you need me ready by?

      I need you by six. You can leave to get ready whenever you like—spa, dress shopping, and whatever else you need. There’s a driver waiting for your disposal.

      In that case, I better get going to get myself primed and pretty for yours truly. Her brow rose, challenging me.

      She was already primed and pretty; I doubted she could get any prettier than this. You go ahead and do just that, ma belle. I’ll see you at six.

      See you then, she murmured as she quietly strode towards the doors, my eyes following her stride, watching her hips sway from one side to the other.

      Hard and frustrated, I took my phone to call Chantel, asking her to come by and give me a quick visit. It had been like this for the past seven days—me always ending up calling Sherry or Chantel mid-day to cater to my needs even at the office. Furthermore, when those times happened, Isobel wouldn’t look me in the eye before she exited the room to leave me to do my business. Abstinence wasn’t in my DNA. Besides, I was a hot-blooded French man who always got what he wanted. Sex was one aspect in my life I could fully enjoy without restrictions, and I tried to supply my life with it as much as possible.

      Twenty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the door before Chantel ushered herself in, wearing a seductive smile. Mon Roi. (My King.)

      Chantel. I gave her a knowing look when she halted before my desk. I leaned back in my chair and watched her carefully take her garments off, one at a time. I liked my women to seductively unwrap themselves like a present before me, getting me excited as I looked at what was going to be mine.

      When she was left with her underwear on, I stopped her, asking her to leave it on before she sensually strode towards me. The moment she reached me, she immediately got on her knees, unzipped my pants and took me in her mouth. She did it nice and slow, making me feel her enticing licks as my cock started to throb. I shut my lids and imagined Isobel taking me in her mouth. Mon Dieu! I became harder than I was, grunting as I took her head with my right hand and pushed her mouth deeper, taking what she could until I felt her throat close around me. After I felt her gag, I wrenched her off my shaft, pulled her to her feet and licked the side of her ear.

      Bend over my desk, spread your legs wide and open. I want to see both holes as you stretch your body.

      She did as I asked, taking her panties off languorously slow first, and in reward, I gave her a hard spank on her bottom, making her moan in earnest.

      Hugo, she gasped my name as I palmed her soaking wet cunt. Baise-moi. (Fuck me.)

      I smirked, knowing quite well how loud she’d be the moment I slipped my cock into her pussy.

      As you wish, mon amant.

      Chapter Seven

      Isobel

      Casually giving the silent man sitting next to me a glance, I tried to breach the vast stretch of silence. Where are we headed to? After he’d arrived in the villa to get me, all dressed up and showered, from his office, he merely gave me a quick inspection with a stale greeting of Good evening, Isobel before opening the door for me to get inside his swanky, two-door sports car. Apart from that, Hugo hadn’t supplied me with any words.

      He stretched his neck from side to side then cleared his throat. To a wine auction that will benefit homeless children.

      Sigh. He was making this difficult. He wasn’t very forthcoming at all, and since this was our first official outing together, I had thought he’d be more accommodating, but he was proving to be standoffish. Sounds exciting. Are you setting your sights on anything in particular?

      Eyes stuck to the road, he used his left hand to tug his tie a little before responding to me. For a while now… yes, he murmured. And I intend to acquire it at all costs.

      There was something about the way he said it that made me glance at his darkly handsome profile. I felt my stomach drop as I took in his masculine perfection. Greek men were passionate; however, French men were something else. Their passions seemed to go with everything they did—like limited edition spirits.

      Must be a fine wine then. I’m sure it’s pricey.

      "Anything fine is always expensive. Nothing in life is free."

      The bite in his tone made me feel at odds; therefore, I remained silent for I had no smart retort. After all, if one looked at it in black and white, my father had offered me like a barter to pay of his debts in return for my willing servitude.

      He was right. Nothing in life was free…

      "And who is this belle enchanteresse, Xavier?" The famous racer Jacques Bertrand inquired the moment Hugo and I joined their close circle of friends.

      Hugo touched the back of my hips, letting his hand stay there as he introduced me. This is Isobel. She’s spending the summer with me. He then paused as he stared ahead before gazing back to his friends, frowning. Give me a moment to speak to someone. He made a quick nod towards me before whispering, I’ll be right back.

      I watched after him as strode towards the opposite side of the hall, feeling a little odd yet again because his parting seemed awkward. Hugo and I didn’t know each other, so maybe that was the reason behind his weird behavior.

      Someone cleared their throat, picking up my attention as I looked up and found Jacques Bertrand’s amused face. Well, it’s quite lovely to meet you, Isobel.

      Smiling shyly, I made the same sentiment. Same here, Monsieur Bertrand.

      Call me Jacques. He offered his hand, and when I shook it, he hung on to mine before giving me a questioning look. I thought you were Italian at first sight, but your accent denies it…

      I was unbelievably out of my league here. These men were used to women that could flirt back with them with ease, but I was having a hard time not being completely star-struck at the handsome and well-known racer and womanizer extraordinaire.

      Greek, I offered to solve his problem, feeling out of my comfort zone as I watched the women saunter about, looking ever so glamorous while I felt like an interloper playing pretend.

      Simply beautiful, he murmured before placing his lips on the back of my hand, making me gasp from shock and excitement.

      Behave, Jacques. She’s already taken, the woman standing next to him butted in with a playful smile. I’m Stella von Berg.

      I was about to say Nice to meet you when the man next to her interrupted me. "Was von Berg. Now Kensington, my lovely wife."

      She exaggeratedly rolled her eyes before tapping his lapel. And this is Callum, my husband.

      Married couple. How sweet and endearing.

      It’s great to meet you both, I said pleasantly at the couple before my eyes found the last member of their circle; another tall, dark, and handsome man. Swallowing my shyness, I greeted him, Hello.

      Julien Geroux. Some might say I’m Hugo’s closest friend to date. There was wickedness to his smile as he audaciously shifted and took Hugo’s spot before excusing us from his friends, who were already starting to talk about Jacques’s upcoming race. Let’s get you something to drink. Champagne?

      Yes, please.

      He plucked up two flutes from the passing waiter before securing us a spot in a corner. I was still feeling out of depth, yet my curiosity had been piqued the second Julien wanted some privacy to speak to me.

      Casually offering me the flute, he gave me a warm smile as I took it with ease before those intelligent eyes sharpened on me. You speak French?

      A little… only the basics, I murmured before taking a cautious sip, eyes unwavering at the newly introduced man.

      Très bien.

      He seemed forward yet accommodating enough. I supposed it wouldn’t be too bad if I let my guard down a little. He didn’t seem the type to have their claws out just because I was dating his friend.

      So, Julien… closest friend to Hugo; that must be something. My brow arched as I waited for him to supply me with some information.

      Apart from what I had seen and knew of Hugo, there wasn’t much about him on the internet other than how his family started and how their wealth accumulated from smart investments. There was nothing to clue me in about his personal life, much other than photographs. I needed the puny details—something to tell me what made the man tick. After all, I was to be in his care for the next six months. Wanting to know more about the man who would see to my welfare didn’t seem unreasonable.

      Julien shrugged my question off, looking noncommittal. We have our moments like the rest. We’ve grown up together since toddlers. Another casual French shrug before he appointed me another question. How do you find him and everything else?

      Hugo surprisingly seemed harmless. Well, if I took out that first time we met and how he daringly came in my hands and how powerful I felt then. He’d been distant since, leaving me to my own devices.

      It’s okay… Blushing as I murmured my answer, feeling quite bothered each time I recalled that incident in my mind. Every time, it never failed to make me

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