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

Goddamn prick. That fucking motherfucker.


I’d just killed the man in front of my wife. And I wanted to do it again.


I should have been fucking terrified of her reaction to the unmitigated violence pumping through my veins. I didn’t know how she was going to handle it, or if I even had the right to ask her to.


But I was too amped to think about it. And if I had to do it all over again. I would.


I would kill Ferragamo, Royce, and anyone else who threatened her a hundred times over.


I would burn the whole fucking world to keep her safe.


Hell, I’d already put plans into motion to bury every one of Ferragamo’s contacts. Anybody who had a hand in hunting my wife and targeting her would be dust by the end of the week.


The entire world needed to know Destiny was mine. No one fucked with mine and lived. I was the Devil Wolf now. I wasn’t one to be trifled with.


Chapter THIRTY-FIVE