Author: Kimberly Blalock
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 25 , 2016
In the light of darkness isan undeniable need to run, disappear, slither away only barely scraping by with hope that maybe just maybe, there's a way of escape.
My name is Oliva Basari. I escaped one hell only to be trapped inside another, darkness and fear seething through my veins and invadingmy every thought.
A new city, a new job, a new persona and then.... I fell in lust, I fell in love...hell, I just fell.
From the darknessmy alter ego became real, I was Tess, the stirring of someone or something else burning in my gut until she was all there was.
I didn'tfear what would happen if remorse knocked on my door nor did I fear the lustful way I stalked them, preyed upon them—the ones thatcouldn't have me, the ones who wished they could taste me—I was their darkness until I met one very tall, dark, and forbiddinglyhandsome Mr. Black. He hated me watching with darkness in his tormented eyes. He scared me, intimidated me, and left me questioningmy own sanity.
Until he didn't.
He was the one thing I let myself submit too, his touch, the way he slid his knuckles across my flesh, igniting a dangerous spark inside ofme.
My name is Oliva Basari. I escaped one hell only to be trapped inside another, darkness and fear seething through my veins and invadingmy every thought.
A new city, a new job, a new persona and then.... I fell in lust, I fell in love...hell, I just fell.
From the darknessmy alter ego became real, I was Tess, the stirring of someone or something else burning in my gut until she was all there was.
I didn'tfear what would happen if remorse knocked on my door nor did I fear the lustful way I stalked them, preyed upon them—the ones thatcouldn't have me, the ones who wished they could taste me—I was their darkness until I met one very tall, dark, and forbiddinglyhandsome Mr. Black. He hated me watching with darkness in his tormented eyes. He scared me, intimidated me, and left me questioningmy own sanity.
Until he didn't.
He was the one thing I let myself submit too, his touch, the way he slid his knuckles across my flesh, igniting a dangerous spark inside ofme.
In the end, we're allcaptured souls waiting for release or the escape from our own maniacal thoughts.
In the end, we are all prisoners of theflesh.
In the end, we are all prisoners of theflesh.
AMAZON US
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She slept withblankets slipping from her taut body. I inhaled deeply as my dick ached to be inside of her tight pussy. I didn’t actually know what her pussyfelt like... Was it soft, delectable, electric, and glorious? I imagined all of those possibilities and intended on finding out soon, but I wasn’tready yet. I needed her to come to me. To beg me for it before I could give her everything that I couldn’t stop thinking about.
Islid my hand inside of my nightstand drawer retrieving the lube I’d used on the woman the night before. They were covetous, egocentric,and contemptuous. Nothing that interested me. It rather disinterested me, actually. Olivia was the exact opposite of those women, acontradiction of everything they stood for.
I unbuttoned my jeans and sagged against the chair that had the best view of herbed. Of course, I’d arranged it that way. Her ass was so fucking perfectly round, tight, and juicy. Nothing could possibly be as good as thatass. I was sure of it, and I intended on finding out soon enough.
I pulled my pants down to lay across my thick thighs anduntucked my cock from my briefs. The slippery lube slid out of the bottle and melted against my heated hand. Her body shifted slowly asmy hand dipped against my flesh. I stilled, waiting to see if she’d wake up this time. She’d been on edge lately, not sleeping well. It’d beenpretty fucking obvious she’d been having a difficult time with something. I shrugged off the thought. I’d wanted to fix whatever was wrong,comfort her, fuck her until her problems were mere memories from a past before me or very thin memories that popped like bubbles do inthe sunlight. But I’d remain a circumspect observer, for now.
Her body turned just as my hand landed on my hot, thick, pulsingcock. I squeezed, gripping the skin down my shaft... hard. A deep-seated moan reverberated from my throat. It felt so fucking relishable...gratifying. My cock jerked from the sensations it was experiencing. Her tits bounced into position... the position of foreplay among lovers.Nipples hard and round, perky and wanting, waiting for my tongue to flick across the hardened flesh in heated arousal. She adjusted fromher stomach to her back, completing her task in search of comfort. Ironic really, that here at this moment she’d seemed extroverted,willing to be free when in reality she was demure. Well, unless she was dancing, but that was only a few hours a night. And I wouldn’t allowmyself that opening to taste her flesh. Not yet.
“Ah fuck!” I moaned, the sound feral. I lived alone, and no one could hear meand fuck it if they could, I didn’t care.
My strokes became tight, stroking the entire length of my cock. Cum slipped out of thehead as I smothered the silkiness of my arousal across the thin, sensitive flesh. I jacked off to her perfect fucking body.
Herhand crossed her chest, and I imagined she was touching herself there while I licked her pussy, sweeping my tongue against the nubbringing her to ecstasy.
I’d dreamt about that for a long fucking time. One year to be exact. She’d moved into the apartmentacross from mine with her friend. Her boyfriend moved in just a few months later. Fucking asshole is never there, and he fucks like hedoesn’t know what he’s doing. Probably doesn’t, to be honest. Little prick has a small ass cock, too. If he came even a tiny bit close togetting her off, I’d rock her fucking world. When I finally take her in every way imaginable, I will do just that.
My strokesbecame shorter, tighter, faster as I watched her tight body. I imagined her full lips wrapped around my cock sucking hard, harder. Hertongue would flick across the head lapping up my cum into her hot mouth; she’d smile as she squeezed me roughly, begging for more ofme to seep into her mouth. She’d suck me the hardest I’d ever been sucked.
“Oh fuck!” Cum shot from the head of my dick.“Fucking shit, Olivia!” I yelled her name as I pulsed against my palm.
Just as I cleaned myself, her jackoff boyfriend arrivedstripping his clothes off as he snuck into bed like a predator, opening his mouth ready to take her. My fists slammed into the wall next tothe window. It left a large, round hole that I’d deal with later.
My mind raced. I wanted to go over to her apartment and rip himout of her bed. I wanted to kill him. If he didn’t get a fucking clue, I was going to do just that. And soon!
I got plenty of pussy.Shit, where I worked, it was thrown at my cock in groves, but I wanted Olivia Basari. Only Olivia. When I fucked someone, she was the onlyface I saw. Her sweet lips sucking me off until I came in her sweet fuckable mouth.
Convenient for me, I’d get to see that faceand body every day and night. She was a dancer at Epic, the strip club I owned. She worked for me, but it wasn’t enough. I want to ownevery inch of her. I’ve kept my thoughts to myself. No one knew how I felt, and they sure as fuck didn’t know the malevolent thoughts thatinfiltrated my mind. Funny really, infiltrate makes it sound as though I didn’t want the thoughts there. As though I’d set up a road block ofsorts keeping them away, but in fact, I’d caressed every single one of them. I lured them in with the tips of my fingers promising jewels ofsatisfaction.
I watched her from the two-way window in my office while she danced for the scum of the city. I pretended thatshe was dancing exclusively for me. I fucked while I watched her from that window. The girls didn’t have a clue what I was doing when I hadthem bent over gripping their flesh into my hands. All they wanted was the orgasm they’d get whether I tried to give it or not. Sometimes Idid. I loved pussy. It was only Olivia’s I was thinking of when I sucked on their clits, however. Slipping my fingers inside their wet, dripping, pulsating pussies brought cry after cry from their dirty mouths.
I stripped my clothes and showered. I’d see her at work in anhour. I couldn’t watch that fucker touch her any longer.
Islid my hand inside of my nightstand drawer retrieving the lube I’d used on the woman the night before. They were covetous, egocentric,and contemptuous. Nothing that interested me. It rather disinterested me, actually. Olivia was the exact opposite of those women, acontradiction of everything they stood for.
I unbuttoned my jeans and sagged against the chair that had the best view of herbed. Of course, I’d arranged it that way. Her ass was so fucking perfectly round, tight, and juicy. Nothing could possibly be as good as thatass. I was sure of it, and I intended on finding out soon enough.
I pulled my pants down to lay across my thick thighs anduntucked my cock from my briefs. The slippery lube slid out of the bottle and melted against my heated hand. Her body shifted slowly asmy hand dipped against my flesh. I stilled, waiting to see if she’d wake up this time. She’d been on edge lately, not sleeping well. It’d beenpretty fucking obvious she’d been having a difficult time with something. I shrugged off the thought. I’d wanted to fix whatever was wrong,comfort her, fuck her until her problems were mere memories from a past before me or very thin memories that popped like bubbles do inthe sunlight. But I’d remain a circumspect observer, for now.
Her body turned just as my hand landed on my hot, thick, pulsingcock. I squeezed, gripping the skin down my shaft... hard. A deep-seated moan reverberated from my throat. It felt so fucking relishable...gratifying. My cock jerked from the sensations it was experiencing. Her tits bounced into position... the position of foreplay among lovers.Nipples hard and round, perky and wanting, waiting for my tongue to flick across the hardened flesh in heated arousal. She adjusted fromher stomach to her back, completing her task in search of comfort. Ironic really, that here at this moment she’d seemed extroverted,willing to be free when in reality she was demure. Well, unless she was dancing, but that was only a few hours a night. And I wouldn’t allowmyself that opening to taste her flesh. Not yet.
“Ah fuck!” I moaned, the sound feral. I lived alone, and no one could hear meand fuck it if they could, I didn’t care.
My strokes became tight, stroking the entire length of my cock. Cum slipped out of thehead as I smothered the silkiness of my arousal across the thin, sensitive flesh. I jacked off to her perfect fucking body.
Herhand crossed her chest, and I imagined she was touching herself there while I licked her pussy, sweeping my tongue against the nubbringing her to ecstasy.
I’d dreamt about that for a long fucking time. One year to be exact. She’d moved into the apartmentacross from mine with her friend. Her boyfriend moved in just a few months later. Fucking asshole is never there, and he fucks like hedoesn’t know what he’s doing. Probably doesn’t, to be honest. Little prick has a small ass cock, too. If he came even a tiny bit close togetting her off, I’d rock her fucking world. When I finally take her in every way imaginable, I will do just that.
My strokesbecame shorter, tighter, faster as I watched her tight body. I imagined her full lips wrapped around my cock sucking hard, harder. Hertongue would flick across the head lapping up my cum into her hot mouth; she’d smile as she squeezed me roughly, begging for more ofme to seep into her mouth. She’d suck me the hardest I’d ever been sucked.
“Oh fuck!” Cum shot from the head of my dick.“Fucking shit, Olivia!” I yelled her name as I pulsed against my palm.
Just as I cleaned myself, her jackoff boyfriend arrivedstripping his clothes off as he snuck into bed like a predator, opening his mouth ready to take her. My fists slammed into the wall next tothe window. It left a large, round hole that I’d deal with later.
My mind raced. I wanted to go over to her apartment and rip himout of her bed. I wanted to kill him. If he didn’t get a fucking clue, I was going to do just that. And soon!
I got plenty of pussy.Shit, where I worked, it was thrown at my cock in groves, but I wanted Olivia Basari. Only Olivia. When I fucked someone, she was the onlyface I saw. Her sweet lips sucking me off until I came in her sweet fuckable mouth.
Convenient for me, I’d get to see that faceand body every day and night. She was a dancer at Epic, the strip club I owned. She worked for me, but it wasn’t enough. I want to ownevery inch of her. I’ve kept my thoughts to myself. No one knew how I felt, and they sure as fuck didn’t know the malevolent thoughts thatinfiltrated my mind. Funny really, infiltrate makes it sound as though I didn’t want the thoughts there. As though I’d set up a road block ofsorts keeping them away, but in fact, I’d caressed every single one of them. I lured them in with the tips of my fingers promising jewels ofsatisfaction.
I watched her from the two-way window in my office while she danced for the scum of the city. I pretended thatshe was dancing exclusively for me. I fucked while I watched her from that window. The girls didn’t have a clue what I was doing when I hadthem bent over gripping their flesh into my hands. All they wanted was the orgasm they’d get whether I tried to give it or not. Sometimes Idid. I loved pussy. It was only Olivia’s I was thinking of when I sucked on their clits, however. Slipping my fingers inside their wet, dripping, pulsating pussies brought cry after cry from their dirty mouths.
I stripped my clothes and showered. I’d see her at work in anhour. I couldn’t watch that fucker touch her any longer.
Kimberly is anInternational Bestselling author and has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing havealways been a big part of her life. She enjoys the world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautifulchildren she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down herhandcuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.
Kimberly lovesdiscovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If youneed to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else whenyou can stand out?
When Kimberly isn’twriting she is playing superhero for her children.
Kimberly lovesdiscovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If youneed to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else whenyou can stand out?
When Kimberly isn’twriting she is playing superhero for her children.
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