He's a monster. A beautiful, horrible monster.
Things heat up at the furniture store when Lucian decides to take what he wants from Amy. With her job at stake, there's no more dangerous place to get intimate though.
It seems like Amy's relationship with Lucian is driving a spike in all of her friendships. Tensions are high with Janice, and Derrick still refuses to forgive her. To make matters worse, Lucian appears to be reverting back to his old ways.
Will Amy ever see a happy ending, or is Lucian just stringing her along until his interior design project is over?
Heat level: Hot
This is the tenth installment in an episodic series.
This series has over 500 five-star reviews. Many of the installments have been in the top 200 of the overall Amazon US store. Some have reached #1 in their genre category.
There is absolutely no way that I'm going to fuck in the middle of a furniture store where I regularly do business. Doesn't Lucian know that there are cameras all over the place? We'll get caught. Walter, or someone else whom I've probably met in person, will see us. That's ten times worse than being spied on by Lucian's limo driver, who has likely watched him have sex with dozens of women and paid no mind to it.
“Not happening.” I use as much force as I can muster to push myself out of Lucian's arms.
I'm not dumb enough to think he'll give up that easily. The man is tenacious when it comes to getting what he desires. If I want to get out of this, I need to escape.
I take long strides to the room divider, trying to squeeze my chubby body through it before Lucian has a chance to get to me. He's too fast though. My hip hasn't even popped through to the other side before his arms are around me, pulling me back. Not just pulling me back, but picking me up.
I want to scream, but that would draw attention to us, and I definitely don't want the cops called because he's being unruly. If Tyra caught wind of that, she'd likely cancel his contract and force me into pressing charges. A worse situation than the one I'm currently in.
“Lucian,” I growl at him, keeping my voice low. My legs flail while I try to pry his arms from around me.
He effortlessly throws me onto the bed. It creaks beneath my weight, and I cringe at the sound. Damn cheap, crappy bed. No wonder it's hidden behind everything.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Daniele Giuffrè
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Ivan Trujillo
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