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Don't Call Her Angel

By: Cara McKenna | Other books by Cara McKenna
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Published: Jun 10, 2011
ISBN # 9781419934476

Word Count: 34,292
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Price: $6.50

Available in: Epub, HTML, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

Categories: Erotica

Description

Peering into Emily’s and Rasul’s lives from the outside paints an unlikely picture—the sweet, deferring Southern bride and her cold, self-possessed, ex-military husband. Peer into their bedroom and the scene grows starker still. Domineering man, submissive girl, a sex life not for the faint of heart. But peer inside their heads? That’s another matter entirely.

Obsessive, traditional and controlling, Rasul never planned on marrying an American woman, let alone a kinky one. A dark past has left Emily with unusual appetites, ones Rasul has come to embrace—a small price to pay to indulge his sexual power trip, the thrill of being the one who makes her every desire real.

But bringing another man into their bedroom? For most husbands, that’s a kink too far. For Rasul, it’s yet another sin he never dreamed he’d commit before he met his wife…and an invitation to spoil her rotten too good to pass up.

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An Excerpt From: DON’T CALL HER ANGEL

“Are you thinking about him?” Rasul asked.

“I’m only thinking about you.” True, though now that he’d brought up the subject, Emily couldn’t help but imagine another body, here on this bed with them. Watching.

“Soon though,” he murmured.

“Yeah.”

The “him” Rasul spoke of was their faceless, unseen third. Emily’s darkest wish, hers to enjoy but Rasul’s to command. Rasul’s to boss around for her pleasure. He was harsh with her. God knew how he’d treat another man brought in to fuck her. And only God knew if they’d ever find one who could handle it.

“Now you’re thinking about him?”

“Yeah,” she said again. No face to picture yet, as the selection wasn’t official, just an anonymous, gorgeous body. Her husband’s voice, perhaps his hands, commanding the man to do things to her, commanding him to watch, to take orders and instructions, Emily relegated to a mix of worship-object and slave. Perfection. She stared at her husband’s body in the mirror, pretending it was another man behind her, Rasul watching with orders ready to bark. His hands on some other man’s neck, pushing his face against her pussy, perhaps those hands on the man’s hips or his ass, forcing him to fuck her faster.

Behind her, Rasul changed. His thrusts turned slow, making her feel each inch as it sank deep, the press of his damp, warm skin against her butt. He eased out, leaving her completely so she felt his penetration anew when he pushed back inside.

“I’ll make him watch first,” he said. “Make him wait while I fuck you like this. Make him understand you’re mine.”

She nodded. Though she’d been trying not to get her hopes up about an actual man, she did have one in mind. She let herself picture his face, just for a moment…that easy smile gone, replaced by a look of pained concentration. Desperation, as he worked to please her.

“You’re mine, right?” Rasul asked.

“I’m yours.”

“For me to do whatever I want with,” he murmured.

“Anything you want.” Meaning anything she wanted. Her husband…many a man’s terrifying nightmare, but her slave behind the domineering façade.