The Velvet Chair By C.P. Mandara
(Velvet Lies #1)
Publication date: February 6th, 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance
“Oh, darling. You’re going to be so easy to conquer.” His finger reached under my chin and pulled my face back to meet his. “I can’t wait to strip you out of that dress and watch you crawl around my home naked. I’m going to spank that delectable ass with every damn pervertible I can find. Hairbrushes, wooden spoons, spatulas, and I might even try a damn baking sheet. That ass of yours is always going to be prettily pink and perfectly swollen while you’re under my roof.”
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so, for the time being, I need to be his little lapdog.
I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
I am never wrong.
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“I am not, repeat not, going out like this,” I stated. I gestured in the general area of my breasts, in case he was in any doubt as to my meaning.
“You are quite right, my dear. You are not. For one, you’re not wearing a single scrap of jewelry.”
I wasn’t in the mood to spar with Mark. I was cranky and exhausted. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“I do, but you’ve got more important things to worry about.” He tugged at my nipple to add insult to injury and I gasped.
“I have more important things to worry about than going to a party in the middle of London with both breasts hanging out for the world to see?”
“Yes.” There was a twinkle in his eye that I didn’t like, but I had to ask.
“Please enlighten me.”
“I’m about to pierce both of your nipples and hang a twenty-two karat gold chain between them.“You are not,” I said, folding my arms across my chest very protectively. I knew there was a reason Reina had mentioned that little tidbit earlier. Curse her.
“You could always sign those divorce papers if you object, darling. I could have a car waiting for you on the front drive in less than ten minutes. You’d be fully dressed and ready to spend the rest of your life without a care in the world.”
“Do you actually have a conscience?” I sneered directly into his face, “or was it misplaced at birth?”
“You’re a fine one to talk on the subject. I didn’t force someone to marry me. So either take the consequences or get the hell out of my life.” His voice was dangerously quiet when it should have been shouting. I knew he was fighting to remain in control, and for the first time ever, I thought I saw a stain of colour on his cheeks. It seemed I had him hot and bothered for a change. Oh goody.
“If you want to play with my breasts that badly, darling, you need only have asked. I hope you’re good with a needle.” This was more bravado than I actually felt, but how painful could it be? I’d had my ears pierced. It would be quick if nothing else, right?
“You have no idea how good I am with a needle, precious, but you’re about to find out.” His eyes flashed fire and the game was on.
Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favorite pastime is traveling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time, she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favorite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
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