Abigail’s fun and dirty conversion to her sexy alter-ego Jayd continues in Part Two of the hot new steamy series INDECENT CRAVINGSWARNING: This is NOT a story for prudes.Abigail settles into her new life in Miami with a restaurant job on the beach, all the while keeping an eye out for the mysterious Lukas Thorn.
When a rich old woman invites her to a decadent party and makes a generous offer, Abigail is swept into a hot and filthy world of kinky fun. Soon she finds herself under the tutelage of the “Director”, competing against two other girls to gain admission to Lukas Thorn’s submission school.
Sparks fly, passions grow, and dark glimpses into Lukas Thorn’s tortured soul are revealed as Abigail tries to get a foothold into his world of joyous debauchery.
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE FOLLOWING OFFENDS YOU: Dirty talk, floggers, riding crops, anal sex, strap-on dildos, heavy ropes, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, tongues in places they probably shouldn’t go, sensory deprivation, public humiliation, girl-on-girl, girl-on-guy, guy-on-two-girls, two-girls-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-guy, tease and denial contests, dominatrixes, and sex swings…all consensual and in the spirit of fun and personal growth. (Not all of these appear in this book but will be explored over the course of the series… and more!)
You have been warned.
THEMES EXPLORED: Overcoming personal challenges, discovering one’s purpose in life, inspiring people to live their own lives on their own terms, and refusing to allow others to control how you think.
Mature content. 18+ ONLY. Book 2 of a multiple-part continuing series.
blocks some of the light behind me. I turn.
drink, because I nearly have a heart attack at the sight of Lukas Thorn.
sunset, the cavernous apartment, the low hum of the conversations, the music.
My entire world centers on the man I’ve been trying to find for two weeks.
directly in front of me again.
men before, I’m only more convinced now.
one of many flowing shirts in his collection apparently. Taut thick chest
muscles press it outward anyway, sinewy neck muscles leading to broad
shoulders. Broader than before. Like he had some added on since the last time I
just seeing them from a new angle. So close. So close I could almost stick my
tongue out and . . .
says Lorena, “I’d like you to meet Director Lukas Thorn. Oh, but that’s right.
I forgot. You two have already met. I believe Lukas saved your life at Bogart
that night a couple of weeks ago.”
if it’s both Lukas and me, but we just stare at each other. He wears a
half-smile, the perfect stubble still in place over the tanned skin and
flawless square chin that burned itself into my memory on the plane here.
“just-fucked” tonight, waves of brownish-black darkness with those delightful
wispy ends that I just want to bite.
incredulous as he stares into me, his sapphire eyes searing a sensuous pathway
into my soul. He looks at me like he knows me, like he’s known me for a
and Jaxon. Fuck Javier. Fuck those shitheads who hit on me. This is what I
want! This man right here! Wherever he is, I’m home.
Lukas Thorn, not breaking his stare into my eyes.
spell. I turn to look at Lorena’s shocked expression.
you up to?”
an evil questioning stare. “I don’t like your tone, Lukas.” Her voice has gone
three octaves lower than usual.
gaze to me. He looks me up and down like he’s buying a horse.
he turns to walk away. “I’m not going to fall for it again.”
across the room. Everyone notices him, like he’s the center of all magnetism in
move. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
he just did? Like a piece of meat?
Lorena says. “It’s just his nature. He likes you.”
watching his broad shoulders under that muscular neck as he joins a group of
well-dressed women at a tall round table on the other end of the balcony. He
motions a naked attendant over. His is flawlessly blonde.
you. Wait, oh wait. Is it him? Is he the one you want to ‘sell’ me to?”
there’s no selling. That’s an awful term. He’s just the director of my academy.
It is very strange that he reacted that way. Wait, you don’t know him, do you?
Did you meet him before the restaurant?”
to answer. I don’t want to tell her about the plane. Apparently, she doesn’t
know about it. The less people who know, the better.
inside. I never know when she’s going to show up. Yeah baby, hello! I down the rest of my drink . . . hoo-hah! . . . and place it on a nearby
moment, Lorena,” I say.
I march across the room toward that flowing
untucked shirt and glistening hair. I plant myself behind him and to the left,
making eye contact with the three bitches who are laughing at whatever he’s
saying. My heart beats out of my chest as I wait.
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