Matteo Angelico, former Marine and experienced, long-term dominant, knows what he likes—sexy, submissive women who do what they’re told and are willing and able to give him the control he craves. But he also knows what he doesn’t like—the demands of a full-time dynamic and a committed relationship. He’s happy to leave the flowery romance to his twin brother Dominic, and Dom’s fiancée, Heidi. So why can’t he get the one girl who wants it all out of his head?
Hillary Morrow has learned all too well that D/s relationships don’t always have fairy tale endings—the last dominant she met online betrayed her trust in every possible way. But that hasn’t stopped her from giving her heart away to the most commitment-phobic dominant in Boston, Matteo Angelico. When Matteo offers to give her the accountability and discipline she needs, she eagerly accepts, even when she finds herself taken across his knee.
As Hillary and Matteo’s siblings plan their wedding, the two of them find themselves in frustratingly romantic scenarios, but still manage to maintain a semblance of distance. However, when Hillary finds herself the target of a stalker, she and Matteo are thrown together and sparks fly. Hillary trusts Matteo to keep her safe from the stalker… but who will protect Hillary’s heart from Matteo?
NOTE: Although His Submissive features many of your favorite characters from the Boston Doms series, this is a standalone book.
THE MOUTHWATERING EXCERPT:
“…What have I told you about arguing with me?”
Hillary stifled a sigh. They’d had this discussion a lot in the past two days, and she really ought to know better by now. She cast her eyes down.
“That it’s disrespectful. I’m sorry, sir,” she said meekly.
“Mm-hmm. Finish getting dressed,” he told her.
“I’m finished!” she replied. “Just need to grab my purse.” She tried to scoot past him into the hallway, but he wouldn’t move.
“That is what you’re wearing?” he growled, his eyes roving over her.
Hillary looked down at herself. She was wearing a navy blue sundress with spaghetti straps that crossed in the back, and a frilly, A-line skirt that hit her at mid-thigh. Paired with her flat silver sandals, it was perfectly appropriate for the unseasonably hot September day… Wasn’t it?
“Um… yes?” she ventured.
“Um… no,” he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. “That looks like the… what do you call it? The thing you wear under the dress,” he told her. “It’s too fucking sexy. Put something else on.”
She frowned. “Matt, I don’t have anything else. This is the only dress I brought with me.”
“Are you arguing again?” he demanded.
“No! I’m just trying to explain,” she told him honestly. “I’ve worn this before, lots of times, and-” She broke off when he took a step forward, crowding her against the wall.
“But I wasn’t your dominant before, Hillary,” he reminded her, his left hand coming up to cup her cheek and hold her in place.
The way he said her name—her full name—in that deep, serious voice made her nipples tighten. She pressed her head and shoulders back against the wall.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
“Do you see how revealing this is? Hmm?” His right hand traced a line from her throat, across her collarbone, and down. Hillary swallowed.
“Do you see how fucking sexy you are?” he demanded.
God, what had gotten into him? Please don’t stop, she begged with her mind.
His eyes were focused on his index finger as it dipped just below the edge of her dress and traced a path across the swell of her breast.
“Do you see how just the slightest touch,” he whispered, his words fanning heat across her sensitive skin, “could make this happen?” He hooked his finger around one spaghetti strap and slid it down her shoulder. “Do you want this to happen, Hillary?”