Meet Kayden in Book one
in the CARELESS WHISPERS series. This is a standalone spin-off of the INSIDE
OUT series (soon to be a TV show) that follows Ella Ferguson, Sara McMillan's best friend. #SayYesToKayden
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Blurb
From New York Times bestselling author
Lisa Renee Jones, the first book in the CARELESS WHISPERS series.
Please note: This is the standalone spinoff of the INSIDE
OUT series. New readers can enjoy this without reading INSIDE OUT but those who
love INSIDE OUT will FINALLY find out what happened to Ella!
Ella Ferguson awakes alone in Italy,
unsure of who she is, and a gorgeous man has claimed her as his own. He's tall,
dark, and sexy, with money and power, the kind of man who makes a girl want to
be possessed. And he does possess her, whispering wicked wonderful promises to
her, stealing her trust and her heart. Soon though, the past finds her, yanking
her from a cocoon of passion and safety. Everything is not how it seems. The
truth will shatter her world, but it can set her free, if it doesn't destroy
her first.
Excerpt
I
couldn’t sleep. I meant to go to the kitchen and then I ended up here because I
wanted . . .” His reaction cuts like his anger. “Just never mind.” I try to
move around him but his hands press to the wall beside me, caging me, and now
I’m angry. “Are we doing this again? Don’t bully me. My stupid flashbacks are
doing a fine job of that on their own. I said I’m sorry. Just let me go back to
my room.”
“You wanted what?”
“I wanted you to do what you swore
you could,” I blurt, having nothing to lose when everything is already gone.
“Only I don’t want you to fuck me
until I can’t remember my name. I want you to fuck me until I stop thinking
about that man and the gun. Because you were right. Memories are the enemies
that never die. But I know you don’t want—”
His hand slides under my hair and he
drags me to him, my hand flattening on the hard wall of his chest. “I do want. So fucking bad it’s killing me.”
My palm is directly over his heart,
and I can feel it racing, the air around us crackling with barely contained
passion. “I don’t need a hero to save my virtue tonight. I need you. So please. Fuck me and then fuck
with my head so no one else can. Let me choose my own sins.”
He is stone, unmoving, his body
steel, his expression unreadable, the sexual tension crackling between us. “You
want sin, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll give you sin.” His mouth closes down on
mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, wicked with demand, and I can taste his
hunger, his need. A deep, aching need I want to fill.
(Steamy)
His hand
slides to my back and he leans me toward the table, forcing me to catch myself
on my elbows. He holds me there, his body cradling mine, his lips a breath from
a touch. “I won’t let you fall.”
“I know,”
I say, and I do now. Beyond time and reason, I trust this man.
His mouth
brushes mine and then trails down my jaw, slowly teasing a path to my ear,
where he whispers, “I’m not going to claim to own you the way he did.” He
flattens his hands on my belly, possessiveness in the touch. “I’m just going to
make you wish I did.”
My lips
part with the erotic promise, and he is already kissing me, licking into my
mouth, his tongue a sultry, seductive promise that he can make good on his vow.
And while I do not wish anyone to own me again, I want what he offers in a way
that defies reason.
He nips
my lips and licks away the sweet ache, and somehow I feel that lick between my
thighs where I am already wet and aching. His whiskers rasp on my cheek, down
my neck to my shoulder, a wicked burn that is torment and pleasure at the same
time. Like he is. His hands settle on my waist, lingering there, teasing me
with all the places they could go, until finally he is caressing my body, up
and down, a slow, sexy, torturous exploration.
He
pinches my nipples again and he is not gentle, but I do not seem to want
gentle. My sex clenches and my knees crush his hips. His lips curve to a small,
satisfied smile that is wickedly sexy, and rawly male. He leans in and licks
one of my throbbing nipples, sending a shiver down my spine, and I arch upward,
the table biting into my elbows, but I do not care. He is sucking me, dragging
deep on the knotted peak, and pleasure tingles through my nerve endings, my
sex, forcing my legs to squeeze his hips again.
My arms tremble
with my weight and he responds without me asking, moving closer and laying me
on top of the table. My spine flattens on the hard surface and he lingers above
me. “I want more.”
“More
what?”
“Everything,”
he says, his lips nuzzling my ear as he repeats, “Everything, Ella. Can I have
it?”
The
question affects me, but not as much as the way he waits, genuinely seeking my
approval. He takes power but somehow gives it to me as well, and this is
freedom to me, safety. Things I do not think I have often felt in my life.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He
inhales as if my approval surprises and pleases him, as if it is a gift he
relishes, not a property he owns. And it is then that I give myself the freedom
to just let go, the muscles in my body easing in ways they hadn’t before. I do
give him everything. His mouth caresses mine and he whispers, “That’s what I
wanted,” as if he knows I’ve made that decision.
And
already his lips are traveling down my neck, tongue flicking here and there,
his hand caressing, squeezing my breast. He assaults my senses with pleasure,
touching me, kissing me, driving away my memories and enemies. His whiskers
rasp my belly, his lips pressing to the center, his tongue flickering into my
navel, and I tremble with the silent promise it will soon be where I want it to
be. His hand flattens over my sex, inches lower until he is flicking my clit,
back and forth, back and forth.
He lifts
my legs to his shoulders, spreading me wide, and I am vulnerably his, and
aroused beyond belief. He lowers his head, his breath a warm tease on my
sensitive places, and I grip the edge of the table, bracing myself for what is
to come. He laps at my nub, the barely there touch, and I am breathing hard,
wishing I could touch him, incapable of moving, and the muscles of my sex
clench so tightly it hurts.
He licks
my clit and I am both relieved and on edge in the same moment, ready for more,
for that everything he has promised me. Another lick follows. Yes, please,
more, I think, and as if he’s heard my silent plea, he gives it to me. His
hands slide beneath my backside and he lifts me to his mouth, and it is nothing
shy of sweet bliss when his mouth closes down around me. He sucks, drawing
deeply on my sensitive flesh, lapping at me, licking me again in all the right
ways and right places. I am panting and moaning, and I barely recognize the
sounds as my own. Sensations ripple through me and when his fingers slide
inside me, I am undone, tumbling into orgasm. The intensity jerks my body and I
lose all time and space. It’s escape, sweet, blissful escape, and he keeps me
there, slowly bringing me down, the licks of his tongue growing softer, slower.
Until I am sated, limp, and he pulls me back onto his lap, my head resting on
his shoulder, his hand flattening between my shoulder blades.
“Everything
or nothing,” he whispers, and this time, I do not believe he is talking about
orgasms and pleasure.
I lean
back to look at him, and the idea of what we are becoming is a sweet seduction,
threatened by the emptiness of my past. “What if everything is too much?”
He drags
two fingers down my cheek. “Sweetheart, I don’t have a ceiling. We’re going to
find out if you do.”
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