Claiming Her Book 3
On the outside, Meagan Hollister appears to have it all—including a successful career. On the inside, a fifteen-year-old secret torments her, and the horrors she faced as a child are about to come back to haunt her.
Parker Darwin has been pursuing Meagan since the day they met. Though they’ve shared several steamy encounters, when he pushes for commitment—and submission in the bedroom—she runs cold.
Meagan’s past catches up fast and, terrified, she goes into hiding, feeding Parker only the vaguest of details. He has fallen hard. Even her reluctance to give herself over to him doesn’t hide her naturally submissive tendencies. But she holds her secrets close.
When all hell breaks loose, she insists on handling her problems alone. She can’t imagine a life that includes Parker—not permanently anyway. The hurdles are too high. The damage to her psyche is too extensive.
But will Parker accept Meagan’s insistent denial? Or will he breach her walls and show her another possibility?
This book was a gift in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Once again I have started a series somewhere in the middle instead of the beginning. That said, know I have already acquired the first two.
This book just jumps right in with a scene so hot I thought my kindle was going to melt. Trust me when I say this book will not cool off anytime soon. Well it does but not for very long.
The secret Meagan is keeping hidden should never have been. Even with her therapy she hasn’t dealt with everything. Her attraction to Parker, her undeniable submissive tendencies could bring her happiness with him as her Dom. If she would only let him all the way in.
Parker is patient but knows there is something she keeps hidden. When all hell breaks loose, Meagan continues to deny him what he desires most. Her submission, to him, forever. While he asks her often in this book this is one of my favorites.
I was really angry at many people in this book especially her parents and therapist. They should never have let her get away with the things she did. In spite of her physical age, her mentality dealing with the situation was that of a scared 10 year old. I kept waiting for her to wake up and smell the coffee. A quick satisfying read, one with suspense, sizzling hot sex, submission and a red hot Dom.
5 Contented Purrs for Becca!
That was all I managed to say before he threw his hand over my mouth.
I moaned into his palm in the near darkness, letting my head fall back against the wall so he could nibble a path up toward my ear. Lights wouldn’t have done me any good anyway since my vision was currently completely blurred. The dim light from under the closed door was enough.
His lips hit my ear. “I’m certain…” He thrust into me harder. “You don’t want…” And again, deeper. “Anyone to…” He pulled almost out. “Hear us…” He released my mouth and stroked his fingers down to cup my breast. The lace of my bra rubbed against my nipple, making me arch into his touch.
I grabbed his biceps and tugged his muscular body closer. “Do. Not. Stop.” My voice didn’t sound like me at all, but Jesus, I needed to come.
I’d had the first orgasm within moments of shutting the door to the janitor’s closet. What I wanted now was a mind-blowing vaginal orgasm. A slice of pure heaven. And something I’d only ever experienced under Parker Darwin’s control. Two times so far. I intended to make it three.
He chuckled. “Honey, I’m not in the habit of taking orders from my women.”
I gripped him harder while he held himself at my entrance, not thrusting back into me like my body craved. I released his arms to slide my hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Please.” I tried to at least sound contrite. At that point I was willing to do almost anything to reach my goal.
Parker slammed back into me, pressing my back against the wall.
I released his face to wrap my fingers around the narrow counter under my ass for balance. My dress was bunched up around my waist, but it didn’t hinder my clit from rubbing against the base of Parker’s cock with every thrust.
“Come for me, Meagan.”
With his words, I shattered, my pussy grasping at his cock. My clit pulsed with raw need. A squeal escaped my lips, but Parker covered my mouth again and held his hand firmly against my lips.
“That’s it, honey. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I groaned around his palm as he continued to thrust into me until he stopped abruptly, buried to the hilt, and let his own release fill the condom.
When he was spent, he heaved for air, his forehead leaning against mine. His hands smoothed up the bodice of my dress and over my shoulders until he threaded them into my hair.
I was going to have to do some serious surgery on my curls before I would be presentable enough to return to the reception.
“Submit to me,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Never,” I responded, giving him a brief kiss.
Even his lips were perfect. Soft. Sure. Maddening. He smiled against me.
The first time we’d had sex—two weeks ago after the bachelor and bachelorette parties of our respective best friends—he’d used those lips alone to make me come. And then he’d used his thick length to drive his point home.
He was right. The chemistry between us was intense.
I had assumed the secret, middle-of-the-night booty call had been a one-time event. We had both been a little tipsy, and the air was charged around us. We were staying at Cade and Amy’s house where Cade was fucking his fiancée, and our other two friends, Cheyenne and Riley, were engaged in not-so-subtle sex themselves. Both sets of friends right under our noses.
Who could blame us? No one was ever the wiser.
Until last night, we hadn’t spoken or seen each other since that night two weeks ago.
The rehearsal dinner.
I began fidgeting under his intense scrutiny the moment we arrived. I bit my bottom lip between my teeth a dozen times to keep from being obvious. But it wasn’t easy. Parker lit a fire in me I never knew existed. He was tall with broad shoulders and thick, dark chocolate hair that begged me to run my fingers through it. When he smiled, it reached from ear to ear, bringing out a dimple on both cheeks.
After the rehearsal dinner, we fucked in the back seat of his limo, heedless of the driver in the front seat.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d never had sex this good. And worse, I probably never would again.
I was perfectly willing to keep the liaison going as long as we were both on the same page.
Was I interested in submitting to him and his lifestyle?
If he wanted to fuck me in a closet until my brain rattled, I was game. Bring it on.
Parker pulled out slowly and removed the condom, wrapping it in a tissue. “You’re so loud.”
I smiled and shrugged while I hopped down from the perfectly positioned narrow counter and reached for my panties on the ground. “You managed to muffle me okay.”
“You think anyone missed us?”
I tugged my dress over my hips, grateful Amy had chosen black, fitted evening gowns for her formal wedding. The silky material fell back into place around my legs, reaching my ankles. The long slit up the side had totally worked in my favor. Parker had ogled my bare leg at least a dozen times during the wedding, pictures, and dinner. And he flipped on the light and did so again now.
I squinted at the brightness while adjusting the bodice around my boobs. They weren’t the largest set, but they were ample for my narrow frame, and I had to admit they looked incredible in this dress. Thin straps over my shoulders held the dress up, but the low V and the way the silk gathered under my breasts made them seem quite prominent.
Parker’s gaze skated up from my exposed leg to my chest. “Woman…” He reached between my breasts, pinched the fabric of my dress and bra with two fingers, and pulled both layers down until my nipple popped free.
“Parker…” My voice was breathy. How could he make me so horny again after two fantastic orgasms? My nipple puckered.
He lowered his head and sucked the sensitive tip into his mouth.
I rose onto my tiptoes and grabbed his waist. He needed to stop this madness, or we really would be missed. As it was, we were safe. We’d only been gone a few minutes, and the reception was now well underway with the lights dim and the dancing in full swing.
He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Submit to me,” he murmured again.
I smiled broader, fighting the effect he had on me. My nipple stood at attention, the cool air of the room wafting over the tip to tease me. “Not in this lifetime.”
He smirked. “I’ll wear you down.”
I lifted my brows. “Don’t count on it.”
Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through. After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.
When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!
Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.