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Was it his seductive voice...?

Here is a bonus scene between James and Natasha, two of the main characters in my new book, The Russian Bride, written especially for you. I hope you enjoy.


Was it his seductive voice that reduced my insides to a shivering jelly – the deep, rich tones that enunciated the words so precisely, leaving no room for misinterpretation? Or was it his dark eyes that looked deeply into mine, each time he addressed me? Perhaps it was his masculine stance – straight back, legs slightly apart, broad shoulders level – his body held perfectly still, leaving nothing to distract me as it faced mine.

“Come here, please.”

He was polite, but firm. It wasn’t a request.

I stepped closer, but still remained out of his reach. I knew I was playing with fire.

“Ah, so this is how it is to be tonight? No playful kitten this time?”

I remained silent and forced myself to continue looking him in the face, although I desperately wanted to drop my eyes from that penetrating stare. There was a slight hint of a smile, just a brief twitch of his lips and a glint in his eyes. I didn’t often defy him and he was amused by my boldness.

“So I must come to you now?”

I nodded.

He stepped forward, his face now six inches from mine, and our bodies almost touching. He bent his head to one side and whispered in my ear, even though there was no one within earshot, his breath hot against my skin.

“You do realise that the count has now doubled. But perhaps that was your intention?”

He knows me well.

My heartbeat had increased and my breathing was a little faster. His proximity was electrifying my body. I wanted to preserve the feeling a little longer, but I knew that he would grow impatient.

I had a yearning to be taken, to be possessed, to be owned, and not to surrender lightly. I wanted his strong hands on me, forcing me into submission. Tonight I didn’t want to be meek. I could tell that he had sensed that. He was usually very intuitive of my moods.

I was wearing my long, satin robe and he knew I would be naked underneath. He reached out and slid the shoulders sideways on to my upper arms, exposing my breasts, the gown remaining fastened to my body by the tie belt. He placed the palms of his hands on each breast, closing his fingers around them. For a fraction of a second I saw the desire flash across his face. I knew he wanted me right now, but he would make us both wait. He was a patient man.

His hands tightened over my breasts as he squeezed them, as though he was checking the ripeness of peaches. Pinching the flesh, pulling on my nipples, he looked deep into my eyes.

“You’re a temptress, Natasha – a mythical Greek siren, come to lure me from the sea on to the rocks with your body. And I can’t resist you; you know that. Who could resist this beautiful body?”

I couldn’t respond. My breathing was becoming laboured as I ached for his touch. But he denied me that, refusing to lower his fingers to where they were most desired. First I had to pay the price for my defiance.

He stepped back and removed his jacket, dropping it on to the nearby chair, before unfastening his belt and removing it from the loops. My heart pounded. My mouth was dry. He walked slowly towards me and pulled the bow on my satin gown to release the tie belt, causing the robe to slither down my body to the floor.

“Over the back of the chair,” were his clipped instructions. I obeyed without demurring this timeå. I leaned over the chair back and rested my hands on to the chair arms. I felt his foot come between my legs, pushing them apart.

“Twenty…and if you move even slightly, it will be thirty.”

He raised his arm and brought the belt down sharply on to my right cheek. I sucked in air as the pain travelled to my brain, before the endorphins kicked in and converted the pain to intense pleasure. I gasped and gave a faint moan. I was here, with him. I was safe. I was his. And when he took me…hard, as I knew he would, I would feel a pleasure that only came from him. And I would call out his name – James – to let him know how much I adored and needed him. Everything that went before – my time with Viktor – was now forgotten. I was where I belonged.

Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

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