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

Waking up to find the exquisite suite empty was not nearly as bad as looking at myself the next morning. I squeaked at the hot mess I saw reflected in the ceiling to floor mirror while I peed.


Did Marat wake me up in the middle of the night to sign something?


I had a blurry memory—or was it a dream—of him teasing me with deliciously naughty words after shoving a pen in my hand and telling me to write my name on a piece of paper?


After that, he fucked me so good, I came until I passed out. But that part was not a dream. The ache between my legs was proof enough.


Ugh. My reflection stared back at me, and I was a total mess. My hair was sticking up on one side and flattened on the other. The eye makeup I wore to work was smeared down my face.


I supposed after countless rounds of sweaty, coma-inducing sex, looking like a drugged out raccoon the morning after was a fair price to pay.


Chapter SEVENTEEN