Updated: Dec 9, 2020
BOOK ONE: SCARS
She clutches at control to cover her flaws. He wants to strip her bare because she’s beautiful.
Selina Moss hides a secret beneath her controlled happy exterior. Her body is covered in scars and she’s never revealed them to anyone. However, it’s her wedding night and husband, Benjamin Moss, is determined to strip down her barriers. Benjamin is not playing fair, not when he’s deploying breath-stealing seduction as well as mind-melting sex toys. But will he still want her when she bares all?
BOOK TWO: SECRETS
Her body is his to command, her heart his to win. Selina bared her body to her husband and allowed him to see her and touch her like no one else has ever done. When a member of the family visits, she realizes there is still so much about her husband she doesn’t know. Benjamin’s remorse about his family history drives his actions. Selina is his present and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from being contaminated by his past, including revealing the shame that burns his soul. But for Selina, finding out about Benjamin’s past means investing emotionally in a man who’s only going to walk away once their temporary arrangement comes to an end. Is she ready to bare her heart to him along with the secrets of their past?
BOOK THREE: SCORES
His love possesses her. Will it protect her too? Benjamin has proven how much he cares about his wife, Selina. She pushed him to shred his iron control and bare his soul to her. In return he’s earned her much guarded heart as well as her body. But her past has finally caught up with her and scores will have to be settled before they can have a happy ending. Can Benjamin’s love protect her from those who seek to destroy both of them? Or will she finally lose the man who’s possessed her body as well as her heart?
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"There's something I need to show you in our suite upstairs."
The corners of his mouth lifted in a boyish grin as the lift doors opened. Her gaze fixated on his lips—sensuously full, they were a mix of firmness on the edges and softness on the inside—and she wondered if he would kiss her.
Her pulse rate skyrocketed as they rode up, and he pulled her into the circle of his arms. He looked so handsome in his fitted charcoal suit, broad torso tapering at the hips. The taut muscles beneath the soft silk fabric offered protection as well as a glimpse of the possession to come. With her head on his shoulder, his all-male spice permeated her pores with every breath she took.
"You do know we can't leave our guests at the reception just for a quickie," she said. Tilting her head so she could see his face, she curled her lips in an I'd-like-you-to-take-me smile. Her core contracted in agreement.
Truth was, she needed to get laid—the hot, fast, sweaty kind. Since she agreed to marry Ben, they hadn't been together, not even for a hand job. The mad rush to organise a wedding ceremony in such a short period, his insistence for her to move her things into his waterside penthouse apartment in Chelsea, combined with a pretty hefty schedule at work for both of them had left little time for anything else.
"Who says we can't?"
He kissed her, a ruthless sweep of his tongue and demand of his lips. She clutched the lapels of his jacket, hanging on as sensation assaulted her.
Beneath her dress, her lacy thong got soaked as she squirmed against him. She'd worn the skimpy underwear to avoid panty-lines showing through her dress. Perhaps she should've chosen something sturdier like French knickers.
When he lifted his head, she was breathless, panting.
"Ben?" she asked when she finally got her voice back.
The dark colour of his suit emphasised the intensity of his eyes and complemented his tanned skin. With his South African heritage, his skin tone was always on the golden side, despite the recent bad weather and lack of sunshine.
"No. But I've got the next best thing for you."
They stepped out of the lift, and he opened the door to the bridal suite. She followed him in, heart pounding in excitement.
"By the time the reception is over, you'll be begging me to f**k you."
Heat flared on her skin and sent darts of fire to her core. Speechless, she just stood there by the sofa in the living room, staring at him as he disappeared into the bedroom. Rose petals lined the floor from the main entrance leading into the other room. She recovered her composure and followed the red trail.
They led to the bed with white sheets covered in more petals. The light sweet aroma of roses filled the air, uplifting and soulful. Ben came out of the closet holding a brown leather overnight bag.
"Did you do this?" she asked as her heart jolted and warmth bloomed around her chest. She hadn't expected anything romantic. Their wedding was more of an arrangement than for amorous reason. Yet Ben continued to surprise her.
The glorious smile curling his lips reminded her of a benevolent Greek god.
"For the right price, you can get anything you want," he said. "Moreover, I wanted tonight to be special."
She nodded and swallowed a lump in her throat, blinking back tears. When her new husband was this thoughtful, how could she resist him?
She'd asked him to keep things simple. He had in his own way. But he'd spared no expense with a wedding reception in a five-star hotel in the most expensive part of London. And they would spend the weekend here since they didn't have time for a full week's honeymoon somewhere else.
He placed the bag on the bed, retrieving a white tube containing lube and a golden egg.
"What?" Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in recognition.
"Come," he said.