Excerpt
King
Tattooing Doe was the single most erotic moment of my
life. Marking her perfect, pale skin with a tattoo I'd designed for her made me
so fucking hard I had to adjust myself every thirty seconds in order to
concentrate on my work.
When I was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she
walked over to the full-sized mirror that hung on the back of the door, like
she'd seen dozens of my other clients do before. When she held up the hand
mirror, she gasped.
"What?" I asked in a panic, hoping she didn't
already see what I'd hidden in the tattoo. I was an asshole for putting it
there. I was an asshole for tattooing her in the first place.
I was just an asshole.
But I couldn't help myself. My name needed to be on her.
It wasn’t enough just to call her mine. I needed to mark her as well. So hidden
in the vine work under the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her,
was my name.
KING was woven into the design. In order to see it you had to tilt your head
or otherwise you wouldn't notice it. But it was there.
I would tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to
be my secret for a while. She'd stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot
longer before I cared to admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine.
I still liked the idea of owning her.
Only now, she owned me, too.
She didn't notice the name. Tears filled her eyes. She
stood there staring at the hand mirror in just her panties. Little cheeky ones
where her ass hung out of the bottoms. Her tits were only inches from my face.
Her tears of happiness made my dick twitch. Although her sad tears evoked the
same response.
My dick wasn't partial to which kind of tears he liked.
I took the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the
counter. "You like it?" I asked, pushing her panties down her legs.
"I love it," she panted, wrapping her legs
around me, drawing me close. Her wetness soaking my boxers. I pushed them down
with one hand. I'd been hard for three hours, the entire time I’d been working
on her, and couldn't wait any longer. I pushed inside her tight, wet heat.
We both moaned at the contact.
"You love it?" I asked, needing to hear her say
it again.
"Yes, I love it!" she said as I thrust up into
her, hard. "I love it. So much. I love you."
I froze when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes
flung open.
"I didn't mean—"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Oh my god, I have that word vomit thing. I’m
sorry. Shit, I just meant that—"
"Shut the fuck up!" I demanded, thrusting hard
to get her attention. She closed her eyes, and her head fell back. "That's
fucking better. Now, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck
you."
"Okay," she whispered, breathless.
"Shut up," I said again, and she closed her
mouth. "Shut up so I can fuck you…and show you how much I love you."
She nodded and although her eyes stayed shut, a tear rolled
down her cheek. I sucked it off her chin before it could fall to the floor.
Then, I fucked her.
Hard.
I showed her how much I loved her until I couldn't tell
where I started and she began. Until all that was in that room was me and her
and the thing between us that kept pulling us together like magnets. Until we
were lost in sensations and orgasms.
And in each other.
I fucked her until we were one person, and in a way we
were, because I'd lost myself along the way and I found myself again in the
most unlikely place.
I'd found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who
was just as lost as I was.
Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all.
Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.
KING. IS. COMING!
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Blurb
Homeless, hungry and
desperate enough to steal, Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes
from.
A notorious career criminal
just released from prison, King is someone you don’t want to cross unless
you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, pu$$y or a combination of all
three.
King’s future hangs in the
balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they
will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let
go.
Warning: This book contains
graphic violence, consensual and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other
taboo subjects and adult subject matter. Although originally slated to be a
standalone, KING is now a two part series.
About the Author
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur
kids.
She attended Florida
Gulf Coast
University
In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a
lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.
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