Kelly Plomb never intended to meet Aleksander Sternbach, the rich and powerful kingpin behind all drug distribution within a hundred mile radius. When she witnesses his men in action behind her workplace, her world changes forever. Before she can refuse, Kelly is carted off ...
Kelly Plomb never intended to meet Aleksander Sternbach, the rich and powerful kingpin behind all drug distribution within a hundred mile radius. When she witnesses his men in action behind her workplace, her world changes forever. Before she can refuse, Kelly is carted off to his secret warehouse.
Upon arrival, she finds that not everything is what it seems. Alex isn't the brutal drug lord she expected, but a refined strong man who keeps her comfortable and secure, in more ways than one.
What starts as a sensual bid to gain his trust evolves into a darker bargain. She just can't help falling into his handsome arms, but the dangerous world he represents is part of his embrace.
Soon, Alex is demanding total submission. Kelly can handle that, but will she survive the high stakes reality behind this bad boy's mask?
BAD BOY'S SECRET contains thrilling acts of submission, forbidden pleasure, and breeding. An erotic romance novelette of over 10,000 words.
Oh my God. This isn't what I expected, not in a million years. I shouldn't be here with him. And I sure as hell shouldn't be enjoying it.
Kelly couldn't ignore instinct. The athletic shaped man in the suit could have been a mass murderer, but it didn't detract from his rugged good looks. Maybe he was, in fact, but that didn't matter.
Not for the purpose of the way her body reacted to his. Another kiss came, and she withered in the leather, gliding down on her back as he hovered over her.
“Not so easy, sweet girl. I have special tastes that may cause our time together to be very painful, or very pleasurable. It all depends on how you're wired.” He rose off her, leaving her to face the empty air again.
“Wh-What do you mean?” She stammered. There was no reply as he walked over to his filing cabinet.
He reached into the top drawer. She heard several items being pushed around, but his hands stopped and lifted his tools out a moment later, closing the drawer again with his elbows.
He held a short dagger in one hand and a long black rope in the other. With just a glimpse, her heartbeat throttled, racing until she pressed deep into the leather behind her.
“Don't worry. I told you before that I wouldn't hurt you, and I'm a man of my word. I wish that others were just as honorable. Please stand.”
Closing her eyes, Kelly stood. She could sense his heat behind her eyelids as he circled her. The sharp roll of the wheels on his chair filled her ears as he pushed it away, freeing more space behind his desk.
“Let me know if the circulation in your hands goes numb,” he said. It was the only warning before his hands darted for hers, pulling them behind her back and binding her wrists.
Arthur Mitchell is an erotica writer specializing in extremes. He writes to explore the dark side of human sexuality and power play. His dozens of stories span a vast universe of kink, where relationships take a quirky turn, and the fires of lust are always blazing.