Title: Wild Thing
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Contemporary Romance
(Captive Submissive/Forced Marriage)
(Captive Submissive/Forced Marriage)
Release Date: May 13, 2019
Blurb
Kidnapping her was the easy part. Now I’ve got to tame
her.
Runaway corporate princess, Lyssa Baylor, was born with a
silver spoon in her mouth.
But that’s not what I’ll be sticking in there.
LYSSA
Freelance princess hunter, Mason Macintyre, thinks he’s so
tough with those bulging muscles. He thinks he’s so smart with his plan to tame
me with spankings and submission. Well, I’ve got news for him. They don’t call
me Wild Thing for nothing. I’ve been playing unruly princess my
whole life and I’m not about to stop now.
MASON
This was supposed to be a simple kidnap job. Catch her and
bring her in so she can be married off to the son of a family friend. But once
her father realizes the man he hired to reform his unruly brat of a daughter
won’t be able to handle her, he blackmails me into completing the job.
No one blackmails me, I don’t care how rich and powerful you
are. Her father might be untouchable, but Lyssa isn’t. I’m gonna touch her all
over and punish her so hard, that forced marriage will be her only way out of
my little princess reform school.
***
WILD THING is a smokin’-hot, sexy story of a runaway
princess and her reluctant Prince Charming. A tantalizing tale of forced
marriage, captive submission, and a hero who doesn’t know he’s a hero until he
meets the girl he was meant to save.
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Excerpt
She smiles
at herself in the mirror. “Now this
is a wedding dress.”
And I
agree. So different than the one she used to wipe my come off her face.
“But oh,”
she says, turning to look at her ass in the mirror. “Panty lines.”
And then,
before I even realize what she’s doing, she reaches inside the side slits along
each thigh and pulls her panties down, kicking them off to the side.
“Lyssa!”
“This is
why I never wear underwear,” she explains. “I need to see if it looks OK
without them. Because with them—”
“You are
not walking down the aisle with no panties on.”
“Oh, yes, I
am. This is a no-panties dress and you picked it out. So you have to live with
it.”
My cock
agrees with her. Because I’m fully fucking hard now.
She glances
down at it, then lifts her eyes to mine, and says, “I hope you’re not
thinking—”
“I’m not,”
I say.
“—because
if you wanted to do dirty stuff in here, we could get caught—”
“Don’t
worry,” I say.
“—and
Margaret would be so disappointed in us if she caught the best man fucking his
best friend’s fiancée.”
“What?” I
say, doing a double-take.
“That’s
what I told her. It’s kinda hot, isn’t it?”
“No,” I
say. “It’s kinda sad, actually.”
“Well, it was
a lie, anyway. So that just makes it hot.“
“Jesus,
Lyssa.”
She mouths
the words Wild Thing at me, then reaches down to grab my cock.
I push her
away, but she backs me into the mirror with a bang.
“Everything
OK in there?” Margaret calls from the other side of the door.
“Just
fine,” I yell back, glaring at Lyssa.
“Come on,”
she whispers. “Wild thing, hold me tight.” And then she giggles.
“That’s not
even how the song goes—”
But I stop.
Because the next thing I know, she’s on her knees in front of me, the button
popped on my jeans, the zipper down, and my cock is in her hands.
“Lyssa,” I
groan.
“Tell me
no,” she says, then sticks the head of my cock in her mouth, pressing her
tongue up against my shaft, before I even have a chance.
“Would you
like another dress?” Margaret calls.
Lyssa eases
her mouth off my cock with a loud smacking sound and looks up at me. “What do
you think, Mason? Do we need to try on another one?”
“No,” I
call back to Margaret. “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
“I could
wrap it up for you,” Margaret offers, just as Lyssa puts my cock back in her
mouth and takes me deep into her throat.
“Uh… we’re
not quite…. oh, God… done yet,” I say.
“OK, I’m
right out here if you need anything.”
“Great,” I
groan. Because Lyssa is giving me a full-on head-bobbing messy blow-job. And
against my better judgment, my fingers are now tangled in her hair, urging her
on.
She pulls
off me, both her hands on my thighs, pushing me back, and then she stands
again.
“What are
you doing?” I ask.
“Making you
choose.”
“Choose
what?”
She backs
up against the mirror and whispers, “You know why you chose the dress with two
slits?”
I already
know where this is going.
“Because I
can do this.” She pulls the center portion of material aside and flashes her
bare pussy at me. “And you,” she says, grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards
her so my cock bumps into her leg, “can put that inside me and I don’t even
have to take my clothes off.”
“I’m not
gonna fuck you,” I whisper back.
Why not? she silently mouths and
simultaneously pouts.
“Because
you’re not mine, Lyssa.”
She sighs.
Frowning. Giving up. Because she leans back against the wall and wilts. “I want
to be yours.”
“You can’t
be,” I say.
“Why not?”
“Because
you’re engaged. And I’m just… I’m just your fucking babysitter.”
She slides
her hand between her legs, then withdraws it and places the tip of her
glistening wet finger against my lips.
I close my
eyes and open my mouth, my cock totally in charge now. I suck on her finger the
way she was just sucking on my cock.
“Please,”
she whispers. So low, I almost don’t hear her. “I promise to be good in every
other way if you just… make me feel loved right now.”
I pull her
finger out of my mouth and say, “Lyssa,” feeling sad for her.
“We can
pretend,” she says. “Right?” She places both her hands on my cheeks and leans
in. Kisses me.
I kiss her
back.
I know I
shouldn’t. I feel the guilt of a best man fucking his best friend’s fiancée, and
I don’t even care.
If her name
is Lyssa Baylor then I want to fuck my best friend’s fiancée.
“Everybody
pretends,” she whispers past my lips. “It’s all fake, Mason. So who cares,
anyway?”
She pulls
her dress aside again, reaching for my cock. And when she tugs on it, I do the
unthinkable. I take two steps forward and we’re not even two steps apart. So
now my chest is pressing up against her breasts, forcing her against the wall.
She lifts up her leg and I brush the middle section of satin dress over the
side of her thigh to get it out of the way.
And after
that, it takes no effort at all to slip my cock inside her.
The one
thing I told myself I wouldn’t do.
I would eat
her out, and let her blow me. And kiss her, and suck her nipples, and smack her
ass, and all that other stuff. And it would be OK if I just didn’t fuck her.
And now I’m
fucking her.
In her
wedding dress.
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