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

I was going to have to kill everyone who stared at her, I realized when I saw Meredith in that dress.


My heart had been beating double-time ever since I’d sent that note home with Mario for the housekeeper to put inside our bedroom.


We had a cleaning service that came daily, and I requested someone to stick around to arrange the clothes I ordered for Meredith in our closet as a surprise.


Not like I would allow Mario or any of my men to put one fucking foot inside the room where my wife slept, ate, showered, dressed, and fucked.


I was the only man who was allowed in that space.


And yeah, I did not give two shits if that made me a fucking barbarian.


All damn afternoon I’d been picturing my sexy Little Red in one of those dresses I’d picked out.


The reality was so much better than my imagination. And I could daydream like a motherfucker.


“We’re not going,” I said, shaking my head.


Chapter TWENTY-SEVEN