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

The man was insane. Not just insanely gorgeous, but actually, irrevocably insane.


Married? We were married. I was married. To him. Marat Volkov. A quick internet search after he left the bedroom allowing me some space told me exactly who my new husband was.


Younger brother of business tycoon Adrik Volkov. Co-owner of Volkov Industries. Billionaire. Bachelor. Playboy. Heartbreaker.


How the hell did I end up married to this man?


I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on. Oh, he’d explained and showed me the marriage license. Apparently, the NDA I thought I was signing was really a marriage certificate.


When he’d been teasing my slick pussy with his fingers, asking me if I wanted him to fuck me, I’d answered with an I do.


Of fucking course I did. Who the fuck wouldn’t?


But while that was happening his buddies, Josef and some other dude, were in the doorway, facing away from us, of course, but still witnessing our nuptials.


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