Filthy Beast(63)

“Jackson,” I say, my eyes going wide, my heart beating fast. I don’t know what’s happening, how this is happening, but there are cameras flashing like crazy and there’s a circle of people around us.

“I love you more than I can imagine,” Jackson says. “I told you I’d never leave again, and now I want to make that real. Tara, will you marry me?”

I stare at him for a second. “Yes,” I manage to say through my tears.

He laughs and slides a ring on my finger. It fits perfectly, and it’s big, shiny, shockingly shiny, too beautiful. I look at him and he stands, takes me into his arms, and kisses me.

Applause breaks out in the crowd as people cheer and take pictures. I can barely hear them though because my heart is beating so loud in my ears and Jackson is everything.

“I love you so much,” I say to him.

“I know you do.” He grins and we kiss, and I know that I’m home.

We’ll travel, make movies, have kids, have a life. We’ll be together forever, because he’ll never leave me again. I know that now, without a doubt in my mind. He won’t be going anywhere, and that’s exactly what I need.

Right here, right now, with Jackson, forever.





Virgin’s Daddy: A Dark Romance





Prologue: Sadie





My heart hammers and I’m nervous, so freaking nervous, though I know I don’t need to be.

Gavin knows what he’s doing. I can see it in the way he moves and the way he speaks to me. Maybe it’s my first time, but it definitely isn’t his.

Streetlights send shadows up through the windows in his penthouse apartment, making the night feel deep. Gavin smirks as he runs his hands down my hips, along the length of my dress. They reach the hem and stop, pressing lightly against my skin.

“Is this what you imagined?” he whispers in my ear.

I shake my head lightly. “Not at all.”

He slowly lifts the hem of my dress.

I shouldn’t be here. I’m not supposed to be around Gavin at all. If my family found out what I was doing, they’d disown me and throw me away like trash.

But I don’t care. I want this man so badly that I can barely stand it.

“You’re sure you want to give yourself to me?” he asks softly, his lips gently grazing my neck.

“Yes,” I gasp as his fingers finally find my soaking spot.

“Good,” he says, taking a handful of my hair. “Because I want to teach you.”

“Teach me?” I gasp.

He grins. “You’ll see.” His fingers slide beneath my panties, rubbing up against my soaking pussy.

I can barely think. I don’t know what I’m doing, why I’m finally giving myself to someone. I barely know this man, but I’m sure this is right.

He’s older than me and very rich, but he’s trouble. My family would call him low-class, even if he does have as much money as they do or more.

I’m from an old family, a very rich and wealthy family. We’ve been in this city from its start, and we can count senators, mayors, and business magnates among our venerable ancestors. Or at least that’s what my parents say.

Recently though, we haven’t earned a thing. We inherit our wealth and run the family business because it’s what’s expected. My brothers will be the businessmen, and I’ll marry some other rich eligible bachelor to ensure that the family line continues.

I didn’t ask for this life. I don’t even know if I want it.

But Gavin couldn’t be more different. Everything he has, he earned through hard work and intelligence. He came from nothing but now he’s something.

He has experience. He has control. He is a confident and capable person, and I find that overwhelmingly attractive.

Attractive enough to throw it all away. Just for one night of pleasure. Which is probably more than I could have ever expected if I continued along my previous path.

His rough hands trail along my soft skin and his lips are firm against mine. I feel a thrill run through me as he pulls off my dress.

I love the way he looks at me. Like he’s starving for my body, like he can’t get enough. I want him to keep staring at me, but I know he’ll have to take his eyes away if we’re going to do what I want to do.

He presses me against the wall-length glass and pins my hands above my head. I’m mostly naked, standing above the city. I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been before, the good rich virgin girl being pressed against this window. That thought only makes me more excited.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says.

“Do you have to be?”

His smirk drives me wild. “At first. But soon. Very soon.” His thumb trails along my bottom lip.