Bentley by Olivia Chase

BENTLEY: I haven’t felt the compulsion in a long time. I thought it was behind me. But something about her makes me want to let go and give in. Explore the darkness lurking deep inside of me. Her skin is soft, pale. I want to see marks where my fingers dig into her curvy hips. I want my teeth etched on her smooth flesh. The sound of her voice makes my c*ck grow hard. I think about those small hands stroking me under my desk. Want her on her knees, peering up at me, asking me what to do. We would never work. She’s pure. I’m not. My scars go deep. My secrets are too dark for her to understand. But my need to dominate her won’t be denied, no matter how much I try to control it. Right or wrong, it’s going to happen.

SAMANTHA: Bentley Strongwell. My new boss. Dark scruff on his sharp jaw. Sexy lower lip. Eyes that are a brilliant green. His suit stretches across a broad chest, and tattoos peek out of his shirtsleeves. He is sex personified. He’s not just demanding. He’s ruthless, hell-bent on controlling everything around him. Including me. I hate it. Well…kind of. There’s something insanely sexy about the way he takes control. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. He gives me one look, and I know that I’m going to do whatever he wants. Get on my knees. Take him in my hand. Let him dominate me and mark my flesh. As cold as he is, the man radiates a sexuality that makes me ache to be around him. But he’s my boss—an older man in a position of authority. I know I should stay away from him. And yet something about him makes me want to pry beneath the surface and find out why he is the way he is. It’s true when they say be careful what you wish for. Because the only thing that could threaten Bentley Strongwell’s hold over me is the darkness of his past…