Excerpt Reveal: Worship Me by Chelle Bliss
From USA Today bestselling author,
Chelle Bliss, comes the seventh book in the Men of Inked series.
James and Izzy return on May 9th and they're hotter than ever. Don't
miss the next installment in the Men of Inked series.
James Caldo needs to control everything
in his life, even his wife, Izzy Gallo. But she’s headstrong and
has a need to test her husband’s limits as much as he pushes
hers. When a case at ALFA Private Investigation takes a dark
turn, James is forced to get Izzy involved in an undercover sting,
and the assignment will test her sexual boundaries as well as the
very foundation of their relationship. Can Izzy hold her tongue
long enough to keep them both safe? Or will her unwillingness to
fully submit draw the eye of the very man they’re after?
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“Izzy, please. Be reasonable.” I
loved when James begged. “Say it again,” I taunted him. What the
fuck with the be reasonable comment? I’m always reasonable. Okay,
maybe that isn’t entirely true. I usually shoot from the hip and
save the apologies for later. My big mouth has gotten me into more
trouble over the years, and much of it I try to forget, especially
when it comes to James. He arched an eyebrow, and the same shitty
smirk that I’d grown accustomed to flashed across his lips. “I
could make you say yes.” “Doubtful.” I glared at him,
feeling supercocky even though I was in no position to be. James, my
loving husband of over ten years, decided that tonight was a good
time to tie me to the bed. I should’ve known he was up to no good
because it’d been more than a little bit since he’d used
restraints during sex. I figured we were just getting our kink on and
that he wanted to try something new, but nope, the bastard knew I
wouldn’t like what he was asking and made sure I didn’t have an
out. “Baby,” he whispered, running his thumbs across my bottom
lip and trying to seduce me. “You know you can’t say no to me.
Never have and never will.” There were very few people in this
world that could make me do anything, but James had a power over me
since the first night I met him. Saying no to him had always been
damn near impossible, and I almost hated myself because of it. I
never wanted to be that girl—the one who caved to anything her
husband asked. Never in my life had I wanted to be her, an easy mark
and a carpet for her husband to walk all over, but things don’t
always turn out the way we plan. I learned that the hard way. James
wasn’t even on my radar until the night of Joe and Suzy’s wedding
when he sauntered in with his good looks and charm. The arrogant
bastard seemed to work me like he’d known me my entire life, and I
fell for it. I thought I’d won when I snuck out. I figured I’d
never see him again, so what did it matter. Boy, was I wrong. “I’ve
said no to you plenty of times.” I refused to let him use his
sexual prowess, which I’d done in the past, but sometimes I had to
dig my heels in and find my inner bitch. I pulled at the restraints
and tried to break free, but it was useless. The man could tie the
most wicked knots, and it had been years since I’d been able to
wiggle out of them. Every time I escaped, he’d learn a new
technique until he found just the right one to render me helpless.
His lips scorched a path down my neck, and my back arched as if
begging for his touch. “Say yes, Izzy.” I stifled the moan that
formed low in my throat, but I squeaked instead when he sucked my
nipple into his mouth. My body rocked on its own, moving toward him
instinctively, wanting the bite of his teeth. His hand slid down my
front, cupping my pussy, not hard enough to give me pleasure, only
the sweet torment that he reveled in. “Say yes, and I’ll give you
what you want.” He was playing with me. James was a master
manipulator. I didn’t know if it was his background with the DEA or
just something he was born with, but he used it perfectly when it
suited his purpose. I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth together.
“No.” He pulled my panties to the side before dipping two fingers
inside me with the most sinful smile. “Last chance, baby,” he
warned. What was he going to do to me if I didn’t give in? The
thought passed through my mind, but I pushed it away. I was lost in
the feel of his hands on my skin and the ache between my legs, but my
resistance held. “No,” I bit out.
Don't forget to catch up with the Men of Inked series today and be ready for Worship Me on May 9th!
Chelle Bliss is the USA Today bestselling author of the Men of Inked and ALFA P.I. series. She hails from the Midwest, but currently lives near the beach even though she hates sand. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, coffee fiend, and ex high school history teacher. She loves spending time with her two cats, alpha boyfriend, and chatting with readers. To learn more about Chelle, please visit chellebliss.com.
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