His Word...Discovery ~ Book One in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Discovery

Book One in the Trusted Saga

Release Date : Available now. (buy link under "Books" section)

EXCERPT ...

Levi Webber

Angelica?

That threw me for a loop. Certainly not what I expected to come out of her mouth when I knew her name was Samantha. She was quick to correct it, but there was something in her eyes. Shock? Fear? It was the fear I saw that intrigued me the most. What is she so afraid of?

Angelica.

That first time I kissed her, seared the memory of her taste in my brain, and she was all I could think about. Watching her walk away from me that night, I’d been tempted to grab her arm, and yank her back to give her the kiss I should have given her, instead of the one she received.

Something in her demeanor warned me not to push this one too far, or too fast. My left cheek stopped stinging from her slap shortly after she left me standing there. It shocked me momentarily. She seemed receptive, but her abrupt about-face, and icy stance after her slap, was an out-and-out warning.

I mentally worked through the limited details Simon had given me.

Samantha Barnes. I’m definitely sure that’s not her name now she’s supplied me with her real name---Angelica. Twenty-two years old. Single. She lived in a small suburban house in the Western suburbs that she shared with her friend, and co-worker, Toni Pearson. Employed as an accounts clerk, and has been there since she was eighteen. She took classes on a regular basis in mixed martial arts down at the local gymnasium, while her house-mate played competitive netball.

Not a great deal of information, but Simon had hit a small obstacle in obtaining any further details. The only time I discovered other people who had difficult-to-find pasts, was when they had something to hide.

And I was confident it also appeared to be the case here. I was sure of it. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so boring here after all.

I can’t shake the image of how deep a shade of green her eyes were when she had delivered that slap to the side of my face. I wondered if they’d be the same shade in the moments just before she reached orgasm.

My lips curled up at the corners with a small smile. I was determined to find out. That friend of hers, Kiara, had been positively fuming. I knew instinctively it was my actions that were the cause for her obvious anger. It has to be all the attention I was lavishing on Miss Precious. But, she has a name now.

Angelica.

That was the perfect name for her. She was the hottest, sexiest little angel I’ve ever seen. There’d only been one other time I’d seen a body so perfect.

A shudder rushed down the length of my spine.

Buchanan was not in my circle of close friends, despite his constant attempts to gain entrance. Giving the smarmy individual the benefit of doubt, I’d once relented, and finally attended one of his little gatherings several years ago, wishing I hadn’t as soon as I’d stepped through his front door. However, I hadn’t gone alone.

I’d roped Sebastian---whom society knew as my best friend---into attending Buchanan’s little soiree with me.

Although Sebastian had a bit of appreciation for my lifestyle, he had made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in upping his level of participation in what I enjoyed. Out of friendship, he’d agreed to come along. He would “have my back”, as he’d termed it when I’d asked.

Buchanan was a prominent member of society, and came from a long line of old money. Reportedly worth millions, although what he actually did to fill in his days, I had no idea.

That is, until that night.

Buchanan, unlike Sebastian, was a full member of my exclusive club for aficionados of discipline called Seduction, but I didn’t realize the full range of his sexual depravity, until that night, when I eventually found myself in a private viewing room at his home. It was an enclave in which Buchanan reportedly showed his clandestine movie collection only for a selected few.

Curious as to why he was trying to curry my favor, I gingerly accepted his invitation. I’d heard unsavory rumors about how he accumulated his collection of film, and if it was true, I did not agree with his methods. However, I hadn’t been presented with any hard evidence to confirm the tittle-tattle, so I was a bit intrigued at the opportunity to view his infamous hoard.

I have to admit, once I saw that luscious little body on the big screen in front of me, I couldn’t look away.

The mystery girl was unidentifiable. She’d been filmed wearing a full head-covering black mask. Fuck. Her body was absolute perfection to me. And the way she’d been completely defenseless, at the mercy of those dark cloaked figures moving around the room with her, and in her? I wanted to be one of those figures.

Was I covetous? I definitely think I was.

It was hard to remind myself that Buchanan reportedly manipulated women to agree to be filmed. Whether with money, or other nefarious types of persuasion, no one knew for sure. However, all who had viewed his private collection (and probably some who’d pretended to have had the dubious pleasure) claimed that Buchanan, and his dick, had starred in the action of each film.

Screwing my nose up, I felt a moment of pure disgust as I realized Buchanan was banging the perfect little piece of ass on that screen. Lucky fucking bastard! In one fluid movement, I had risen from my seat, ready to depart, but I couldn’t resist one more look, so I sat back down in my plush chair. Pausing, I stopped, and narrowed my eyes to focus on her beautiful image.

What is that? Is that a birthmark?

I leaned forward toward the screen to get a better look. It was definitely a birthmark. Barely visible, but you could see it if you really looked. A little mark in the shape of a tiny little heart, right at the top of her right leg, just where it joined her alluring bare little pussy.

I was a goner. Her smooth pink flesh captivated me. Unfortunately, it also captivated my cock, which was now standing uncomfortably hard at attention, and throbbing like a bitch---painfully so.

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