Venice, a closet full of designer clothing, and a handsome billionaire in her bed: Leila Montgomery can hardly believe her life isn't a dream. But being attached to Jacob Whitmore doesn't come without its risks--like making powerful enemies intent on ensuring Jacob and Leila's arrangement is a short lived one.
Leila must decide if Jacob's passion and their undeniable attraction is worth it when tested outside the bedroom...and if she's ready to truly submit to his dark desires.
The Billionaire's Passion is part three of the His Submissive series.
Books available in the His Submissive series:
The Billionaire's Contract
The Billionaire's Touch
The Billionaire's Passion
The Billionaire's Heart
The Billionaire's Girlfriend
Excerpt from The Billionaire's Passion:
"Where do you think you're going?"
I gripped the cover, his question gluing me in place.
Shit shit shit. "H-hey! Just running to the bathroom." I brought myself up, making sure he couldn't see my face. "I'll be right back."
"Not so fast." His voice was thick with sleep but the authoritative tone was crisp and awake. "I want you."
Three words and I couldn't help but look back at him, wondering if he was still conked out. But his eyes were hardened obsidian and when he licked his lips and reached for my arm, I just about melted into him. He wasn’t asleep. He wanted me. Crazy hair, drool, and all. It excited me--and made me even more self conscious.
"I'm just gonna take a quick shower,” I said quickly. “Five minutes tops.”
"No." Anger gripped the word so tight it sent a pang of fear through me. "You're going to lay back down."
I wasn't sure how a man of his height and weight launched from the bed and towered over me in a blink of an eye, but he pulled it off and I found myself sliding back onto the mattress. His gaze was terse and domineering.
"For once, you're going to shut your mouth and do exactly as I say."
I should have told him that it was too early for him to be pulling this bdsm stuff, but instead, his coarse order made me hot. Hot enough to forget that I wasn’t looking my best. Hot enough that when I opened my mouth, it wasn’t to say something snarky.
“What do you want me to do?” I swallowed, remembering the brief reading I’d done on the plane about being a good submissive. “What do you want me to do...sir?”
I saw the word ripple over him and my eyes dashed over his impressive muscles, down to his pelvic cut. My body vibrated at the realization that he too wasn’t wearing a shred of clothing. My survey continued, dropping to the one part of him that his signature control could not hide. It pointed to me, calling me out. Choosing me.
Length: 12,900 words