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 married to one beautifully dangerous man.


Jesus. Fuck. He looked like he'd just stepped through the gates of Hell. An avenging angel. A conqueror with domination on his mind.


Looking at him was difficult. He was just that beautiful, but I'd suffer gladly for the privilege of doing it.


I knew I should feel something about the fact Marat had just beaten a man, probably to death, right in front of my eyes. Something other than lust.


Who knew I was such a bloodthirsty little thing? And really, what about what he did was shocking compared to the rest?


The logical part of my brain knew Marat’s behavior since day one was one huge red flag. But watching him rush into the courtyard, teeth bared, fists raised, saving my fluffy ass from that prick Royce—well, that was just all kinds of hot.


Chapter THIRTY-SIX