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

After chatting for a little while with the Volkov brothers, who were intimidating as fuck, Josef found us a small corner to sit down in one of the rooms off the main parlor.


There was plenty of open space for the majority of the party dwellers to mingle, and though Marat did not want people just walking around willy-nilly, Josef had managed to convince him the two smaller parlors off the main room were perfectly secure.


It made Destiny happy, so Marat relented. And I, for one, was glad, too. Growing up with money, I’d attended plenty of parties, but that was so long ago.


I didn’t really fit in with that crowd, despite appearances. And I relished the privacy of the small parlor, and sitting with Josef as he handed me a small demitasse cup with a shot of perfectly brewed espresso inside.


“Thank you,” I said, smiling appreciatively.


“It’s decaf,” he warned, and I hummed my approval.


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