C.D. Gorri

These wild billionaire playboys are used to getting their way…

There isn’t much money can’t buy, especially when it comes to pleasure. But can these curvy women tame these billionaire beasts and win their love? Or will their souls be sucked into oblivion by the wanton bliss their bodies crave more and more with every surrender?

Each of our heroes wears a mask on the outside to face the world, but his disguise comes off when he runs into the one female who makes his blood run hot. Need and possessive passion abound in these books, but our heroes know only one way to control their desires.

Will they f*ck the feeling they see as weakness out of their systems, or will their needs only grow more wild with every touch, kiss, and plunge into ecstasy with the object of his affections?

Wild Billionaire Romance

After all the shit that went on, the raging emotions I’d been feeling all night, I finally wore Zaika moya out. I slid her still damp dress over her head and lifted her in my arms, draping the velvet coat around her. Boarding the private elevator to my penthouse, I had Josef hand me her shoes and had him carry my jacket. I could not bring myself to allow another man to hold any part of her. Not even her clothing.


“Do you still want me to bring Marat?” he asked in a hushed whisper.


I nodded, kissing Sofia’s forehead when she whimpered and snuggled closer. She said no to fucking my brother. But I still needed to confront him. He’d left my penthouse with her. Talked to her about me, about us and whatever he’d said, it had changed something.


Chapter ELEVEN