Excerpt Reveal: Hook by Elisabeth Grace
“I'm here because you're paying me,”
I bit out.
His muscles stiffened and Marco pressed
his lips together. “Of that, I am fully aware.” His hands dropped
to his sides and his jaw ticked.
“I just meant...” I trailed off,
unsure how to rectify the situation. I’d let my anger get the best
of me. Marco looked down with such intensity in his dark gaze that I
drew in a breath and held it.
Eventually, he wrapped his hands around
me and I exhaled a shaky breath. He drew me to his firm chest and
dropped his forehead to the top of my head. Being locked in his
embrace and pressed against his body left me breathless. Tingling
started in my extremities as Marco’s hand caressed up and down my
back. He nuzzled his face into my neck and drew in a deep breath,
inhaling my scent.
“Profumi d’estate. You smell like a
sweet summer breeze.” His lips grazed my neck and I shuddered
before he brought his forehead to mine.
His scent—a combination of expensive
cologne with a hint of bergamot—drifted into my nose. Suddenly, I
wanted to pleasure this man. Not because I was being paid to do it,
but because I wanted him to want me, I wanted to make him happy, and
I wanted to know him intimately. As fucked up as all that was.
I moved my hands to his chest, feeling
his hard pecs flex beneath my palms as I dragged them down his
abdomen, eventually lowering myself to my knees. The outline of his
swollen cock was clear through his suit pants and I traced the shape
with a single finger. When I reached the tip and squeezed, he hissed
and pushed his hips forward. Wetness pooled between my thighs and my
clit pulsed, demanding attention.
I looked up at him as I undid his belt
and slowly pulled his zipper down. His large hands threaded into his
hair, his eyes a little wild. My nipples hardened when I opened his
pants and saw that he wore no underwear. Did he always go commando?
I licked my lips at the sight of his
large, uncircumcised cock, stiff and straining in front of me. Before
I could act, Marco bent at the waist and reached down, gripping my
wrists and stilling me. He squeezed them, and with only a look he
told me to let go of his dress pants. I did, unable to help myself
from doing his bidding.
Marco gently pushed one strap of my
dress off my shoulder and then the other. He pulled the fabric down,
and since I wore no bra, my breasts sprung free. His eyes flared and
he bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he did.
Unable to control my reaction, my back arched, silently begging him
to put his hands, mouth—hell, anything—on me.
My breasts felt swollen and heavy, my
nipples almost painfully erect. Marco ran the back of his hand softly
along the outside edge of one breast as my heart hammered in my chest
like a tribal drum, the beat picking up speed the longer I was forced
to wait. His heavy-lidded gaze drifted up to meet mine at the same
time his fingers clamped around one of my nipples and squeezed. I
cried out, my head dropping back at the pure ecstasy of pain that was
matched with equal parts pleasure.
“Sei perfetta,” he said, falling to
his knees.
He palmed my breast, and I brought my
head up just in time to watch his head dip down. He sucked the nipple
he’d just delivered such exquisite torture to into his hot mouth,
soothing the ache that remained. With no warning, he twisted my other
nipple. My hands dove into his hair while his steady gaze watched my
reaction. His full lips dragged across my hot skin until he reached
my other nipple and laved it, erasing the sting of his assault.
Then he squeezed both of my breasts,
pressing them together. “I am going to fuck these beautiful tits.
Soon.”
God, I hoped Marco was a man of his
word.
His stiff shaft bobbed with his
movements while he played with me a little longer, sucking and
pinching and pulling and tugging. Everything he did was driving me
wild.
Finally, he pulled away from me and
stood back up, his pants wide open and displaying his impressive
manhood. Marco unbuttoned his shirt as I kneeled below him, watching
the buttons give way, one by one, revealing even more of his chiseled
chest.
The man definitely spent time working
on his physique. Starting at his protruding pecs, I reached up and
ran my hands down his eight-pack and along the deep V carved into the
lower half of his abdomen. Both the V and his dark treasure trail
seemed to be pointing to the one thing that could ease the steady
heat burning inside of me.
I hadn’t
realized how hard I was biting my bottom lip until Marco pushed his
shirt off so that his cock was front and center, begging for
attention. Dark, assessing eyes looked down on me, and a smug grin
tugged on one corner of his mouth. “Open up, bella.” His hand
pushed into my hair and pulled me forward.
He didn’t have to ask twice.
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Women loathed me without even knowing
my name.
Men coveted the very idea of me.
Escort. Call girl. Prostitute. Hooker.
Whore.
I'd heard it all. Done it all.
Over the years I'd felt a lot of things
about my occupation...but not regret--never regret. I had my reasons
for doing what I did and nothing and no one had ever made me question
them.
UNTIL MARCO VALENTI.
He'd changed me and I'd naively fed
into the fairy tale.
But Marco wasn't my Prince Charming.
He had secrets of his own.
Secrets that would eventually rip away
everything I held dear.
USA Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth
Grace, has a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters
and a hot spot for alpha males! She currently lives outside Toronto,
Canada with her hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never
to busy for a good story and to share her love of reading and writing
with others.
Website: http://elisabeth-grace.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/1ElisabethGrace
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