Forbidden by Felicity Brandon
A Dark Necessities Prequel– Book Three
Nobody survives Ethan Reilly…
#DarkRomance #Paranormal #Psychological #BDSM #Thriller #GothicRomance
Blurb:
Once upon a time, I was a monster.
A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.
And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End.
Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.
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Excerpt:
The rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time, permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back. Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure again.
Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.
Only Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.
“Is that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.
He had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.
Tap, tap, tap.
Each soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy.
And then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her stretched lips.
“I said, is that good?”
Ethan’s voice was demanding.
Yes, sir.
She forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes, sir. More. Please.
The sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand tightening against her scalp.
“You’re going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.
Oh God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.
“That’s right.”
She blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her, or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.
All there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he was going to make her succumb.
It was only a matter of time.
“That’s right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to plug and mine to torture.”
Yes, sir.
“Tell me!”
I’m yours.
“Louder!”
Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as powerfully as she could from her head into his.
“And who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug wedged into her behind.
Lily moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.
You own it, Ethan.
She wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.
There was only Ethan.
Ethan’s will and Ethan’s way.
“And this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”
Her breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.
You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.
Ethan lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.
He chuckled ominously at that thought.
“Oh, you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”
