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

Marat’s room was in one of the ritziest hotels on the Strip. I’d been in the lobby before, but never in a room, and sure as fuck, I’d never been in the penthouse.


But I couldn’t divert any attention to my surroundings. He claimed all of it. The elevator ride was a blur. And as for the décor of the penthouse suite? I had no fucking idea.


I was a fan of beautiful things. I liked art and nature. Even the neon signs and the riotous, sometimes gaudy, interior design of hotels, bars, clubs, and restaurants in Vegas were pretty.


But if someone asked me right then what color the walls were or what flooring was beneath my feet, I would have had no fucking clue.


I could have been anywhere standing on anything and it wouldn’t have made a dent through the fog of passion shrouding my brain.


All I saw, heard, and felt was him. Marat Volkov was everywhere. He was everything. For someone who’d been alone most of her adult life, I hadn’t even put up a fight.


Chapter FIFTEEN