CassieVahl

Slow Burn 18+ Romance.

[Heavy Smut starts after Chapter 40]

EXCERPT: 

Alaric was too close to Nicolette.

Her mouth was just inches away from his.

He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her.

But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm…

“Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her.

Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him.

The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either.

But why was she this tempting?

So willing?

It was that willingness that confused him.

She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck.

God.

He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot.

“Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him.

He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest.

His stomach flipped at the sight.

If only that towel would give way to…

Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her.

She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind.

“Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her.

Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core.

He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling.

But he would also be a fool if he did.

She had chosen to marry him.

Not her boyfriend.

And definitely not Lucian Crawford.

Yet, he couldn't help it.

She was only his for a year.

But still…

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 When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father.

She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance.

Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year.

They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife.

He has his hidden agenda.
She needs her revenge.

But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?

The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival

Alaric clenched his fist, pursing his lips to keep his anger from spilling out."How did that happen?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

Richard didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached for Alaric's glass and took a sip from it.

"I haven't gotten the full information yet," Richard said, "but apparently, he came back to the office like he was returning those ones, and then he took another."

"Oh, fuck!" Alaric snapped, his hands shaking from anger.

Ian was making it harder to defend him. Why had he come back to steal?

Richard tapped the counter, calling the bartender's attention. "Adam, please give us another bottle and another glass."

"Coming right up, Mr. Allens," Adam replied.

Richard nodded and then turned back to Alaric. "This situation is already getting out of hand. Four important paintings are all gone."

Alaric rubbed his face, allowing the uncomfortable reality to settle inside him. Ian had relapsed.

77. The Lady In Red Ropes.