Dirty Rival (Scandalous Billionaires #6) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
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“It’s not what you want, now is it? It’s what you need. What do you need?”

“Everything and I’m not sure that will be enough.” I lean in and kiss her again, and even as I demand control, it would be so damn easy to let go right now, to just fuck her, love her, get lost in her because that’s what this woman does for me, but I meant what I said. When she walks down that aisle she will be all mine, every last part of her, inside and out.

I tear my mouth from hers. “Ease all the way down, baby. Relax into the rug.”

She leans into me and kisses me. “I will do anything for you and with you, Reid Maxwell. Husband. You’re going to be my husband. That’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s what I dreamed of, not a dress or a big wedding.”

“And it is, Carrie. I won’t ever hurt you. Ever. I will always protect you. And this, tonight, is about pleasure. Only pleasure.”

“I know that,” she whispers, her hands sliding down my chest, over my hips, to settle on her knees as she sinks into her heels. “Now what are you going to do with me?”

Carrie

He reaches behind him and pulls a pair handcuffs from his pocket, dangling them in front of me. “I want you to trust me.” His voice is hard with demand, and erotic promise.

Nerves rip through me. I inhale and let air trickle from my lips, my gaze lingering on those cuffs.

“Carrie,” Reid prods softly, that tenderness back in his voice.

My gaze lifts from where it’s fallen to the cuffs, and the concern in his face echoes what I keep thinking in my head: Reid would never hurt me.

“I’m good,” I say, answering his silent question. “We’re good. Do it.”

“The cuffs are harsh on your skin.” He tosses them and reaches behind him again, this time producing a sash.

I don’t ask how he knows the cuffs are harsh, but I think it in my head. How many women has he cuffed? I’ve never asked about his sexual past. He leans in and his hand settles on my face. “I didn’t come to you a virgin or abstinent, Carrie. You know that.”

“I know.”

“All that I am, is right here with you now. Think about here, now, us. Because everything else was about ending up here. Okay?”

Emotions well inside me at the rough, affected way he says those words. “Tie me up already.”

He kisses me, his tongue licking into my mouth, and I can taste his hunger, his need, his torment, and I want that torment to go away. He pulls back and those blue eyes find mine, his expression shifting from tender to hot and then dominant again.

His gaze lowers, rakes over my body, lingering on my breasts, and I swear I can feel that look like a touch, that tingles along my nerve endings and raises goosebumps on my skin. My sex clenches. My nipples tighten into hard, nearly painful knots, and I burn for his hands on my body, his mouth everywhere I can possibly feel it.

“Hands out, fingers laced together,” he commands.

There is expectation in his stare, an expectation that I am hesitant to resist. I see it in the depth of his eyes. I see it in the hard lines of his face and harder set of his jaw. I do not give him what he expects. I give him what he wants, what this night and this man command. He doesn’t react, his expression indiscernible. He doesn’t hesitate either. Without preamble, he wraps the silk around my wrists and then further upward to bind my hands before he ties it off and I am officially at his mercy. I am officially more aroused than I’ve been in my entire life because I know that this man has dirty on his mind, the kind of dirty I’ve never experienced, that we’ve never experienced.

His hand grips my bound wrists. “I can do anything to you now, and you can’t stop me.”

“Are you trying to scare me? Because it’s not working.”

“No, baby. Fear is the last thing I want from you. Trust is what I want.” His lips quirk. “And a little begging cannot be ruled out as a necessity.”

“Just remember, I’ll pay you back for every way you tease me tonight.”

He leans in, his cheek at my cheek, his lips at my ear. “I look forward to my punishment, but yours comes first.”

Chapter eighty-eight

Carrie

I’m still on my knees in the center of the bedroom floor, Reid’s cheek pressed to mine, his hand on my other cheek, my hands tied in front of me. He slowly eases back to look at me. “All mine,” he says softly.

Heat rushes through me and the truth is, my bound hands aren’t what makes me his, but it’s incredibly arousing to trust this much, to let someone have control over you. To know that you’re vulnerable and at their mercy. I want this in a way I didn’t think I could want to be controlled. Reid strokes my cheek, his lips brushing mine before he moves to my side, his hands settling on my back, between my shoulder blades. “Hands on the rug in front of you.”



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