As My Bad Boy Desires
Christine Richards wasn’t looking for her life to change when she met Mark. Her life was suffocating her. All she wanted to do was breath.
Mark breathed life into her. His rippling, rogued body begged her to escape. And with a spur-of-the-moment decision that would change the direction of her entire life, she surrendered to his strong arms and alpha male will. Spiraling downward into his hypnotically seductive eyes, will he save her? Or will Christine have to give up everything she knows just to survive his touch?
“Christine!”
“Mark!” I replied.
Mark walked out from behind the smoke. He was wild-eyed and intense. And when he saw me, he looked like an animal.
“We won!” he said looking like he could bite through steal. “We won!”
I opened my mouth to speak when out of nowhere, Mark grabbed my chin and kissed me. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. I felt weak like I would pass out. I pushed and beat on him until finally he let go and I fell into his rough arms.
I had never been picked up so easily. Like a sack, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me away. Things whipped around before my eyes. First it was the deck, then stairs and then the corridor. Soon it was the edge of our cabin door and then the bed.
This wasn’t the end of it though, and I knew it wouldn’t be. He undressed me like a man possessed. Regaining my bearing, I fought him.
I hammered on his chest and struggled but nothing stopped him. Gripping into my shirt he ripped it off. Ham handing my jeans, the button released. The zipping sound was followed by the sound of my denim flying across the room.
My instinct told me to get away, so I hit him again, this time harder. But as if I was nothing, he grabbed my wrists moving them to one of his large hands. And before I could move, before I could try to get away again, he was inside me.
