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 had to look away. Marat must have felt something similar, because he cleared his throat. A sign he was uncomfortable. The arm he had around my shoulders loosened, and I couldn’t help despair from filling me.


Awareness was a cruel bitch sometimes. Crushing dreams and bulldozing hope. It slapped me in the face, hard, just then, and I felt the sting all the way to my marrow.


“Dumplin’, are you okay?” Marat asked, sounding concerned.


“Yes. Sorry, I just need the restroom.”


“It’s on the way to the nursery. Come on.”


Sofia offered to show me, and I waved away Marat’s offer to accompany me. I didn’t need a babysitter. I could pee and find my way back to the party just fine on my own.


I liked to pride myself on being secure in my own skin. But right then, nothing felt right. Not my clothes or my shoes or my hair. Not the heavy sapphire on my finger. Or the ornate house and grounds around me.


Chapter THIRTY-ONE