Today I’m going to give you sneak peak at Livia Grant’s Revealed. Another sizzling story for this awesome Anthology- from one of the masterminds! You’re gonna love it, go on and tease yourself a little.
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Actress Khloe Monroe’s life is spinning out of control. Surrounded by millions of fans, but she’s never felt more alone. When she seeks out an old friend, Chase Cartwright, she doesn’t expect his advice to be signing up for a daring game of Valentine Roulette in his secretive BDSM club.
CIA agent Ryder Helms doesn’t play at anything in life, especially sex. He’s a sadist and a dominant to his core, so when the roulette wheel pairs him with the stunning actress, Khloe Monroe, a BDSM newbie, he’s surprised to find she’s the best gift he’s received in a long time. Dominating an experienced submissive was fun. Dominating an innocent was delicious.
The confidentiality of Black Light may protect Khloe from the paparazzi, but who will protect her from the devastatingly handsome, yet dangerous, Dom she’s been paired with?
Khloe had never felt so alive. It was like every cell of her body was on high alert, ready to do her master’s bidding. It was ridiculous, really. Who the fuck did he think he was? They’d known each other all of thirty minutes, so it was ridiculous to recognize she hadn’t felt this level of intimacy with anyone ever before. The novelty of it made her brave enough to see where it would take her.
He’d assured her he’d stop if she cried out red and, despite his harsh treatment, she believed him. And while she was under no delusion that Chase had any romantic feelings for her, she knew he wouldn’t let anything truly dangerous happen to her. Those were the only reasons she was able to get her excited breathing under control.
His name was Ryder. Her eyes tracked him as he moved around the perimeter of the room, collecting up any number of diabolical items he planned to use on her body. There was something about him that fascinated her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she suspected it had to do with the fact that he was the first person in a long time whom she felt wasn’t interested in her as an actress. He didn’t seem to care about how much money she made or how famous she was. As fucked up as the game they were playing was, it felt real.
There were very few things in her life that she could say that about.
Before they really got started, a loud commotion could be heard across the club as a woman screamed, “Fucking red, you bastard!” at the top of her lungs. She turned, trying to see what was happening. Even from the distance, she recognized the last couple to be matched. Congressman Masterson and his ex-wife were not doing too well with their Pet Play kink.
Ryder raised an eyebrow when she looked back at him. “I’d stay focused on your own predicament if I were you, little girl.”
She suspected that was good advice.
Khloe tugged at her restraints, testing to see if she had any wiggle room and strangely relieved when she found little. He’d left her lying flat, thankfully, as she didn’t want to see the growing crowd that had gathered around inside the doorway and even the cutout window, supplied so voyeurs could watch the famous actress be dominated by the scariest of the roulette dominants.
Her bubble of self-confidence burst when he approached between her legs and held up what looked like a sharp scalpel. Survival instincts kicked in and she did her best to flail in her bonds, fighting to be free.
“That’s it, baby. Try to fight me. I love it.” Holy shit if she didn’t see the truth in his eyes as he held the sharp implement closer for her to get a good look.
“Sonofabitch,” she cried out.
“That’s one. I’m Master or Sir. Any other names will earn you a punishment. Now, I’d hold still if I were you.”
“I don’t like this!” she countered.
“There are no rules that say you have to like anything. You just have to obey.”
Her struggles were fruitless, but she didn’t stop until he volleyed a few sharp swats to her exposed inner thighs with his palm. The embarrassment was worse than the pain.
“You’re a real prince, you know that?”
“Oh baby, don’t I know it.” He moved around next to her and reached out to pull up the fabric of her bra between her boobs. He waited until she looked into his eyes to reply. “Here’s the thing. You have princes chasing you daily, yet you’re at Black Light, looking for something you can’t even name. Now, hold perfectly still unless you want to turn this into a blood play scene.”
Khloe held her breath while she felt him brush the dull edge of the scalpel across her skin just before situating it at her bra and pulling up to let the blade slice through the lace. The tension now released, the fabric flew apart, exposing her mounds and protruding nipples to her captor. He took his time admiring her, reaching to cup her bare breast, pinching the tight tip between his thumb and middle finger until she moaned.
She knew her panties would come off next, but the Dom used the electronic controls on the diabolical table to first move the head of the table upright, bending her at the tummy and also allowing the crowd to now witness her expressions. The only saving grace was that the spotlight above the table was bright enough to make it difficult to see out into the audience. She needed to pretend they weren’t there. Instead, she turned her attention back to the man now standing between her widely spread legs. There was open lust in his eyes that made her feel powerful.
“Hold still,” he ordered. She complied, wanting him to draw blood even less than he did.
Her panties fell away, ruined, leaving her completely bare. A palpable electric charge zinged in the air as his gaze devoured her bare pussy.
“What a shame. You’re already bald. I was looking forward to shaving you before your examination.” He let his fingers brush through her folds, coming into the lightest of contact with her clit. Christ, if only he’d pay attention there a bit longer, she’d be a puddle of goo. Instead, he yanked his hand away before she could enjoy it. She groaned in frustration.
“Lucky for you, I have extensive experience with medical examinations. Well, medical torture to be more precise.”
USA Today Bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
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