Publisher's Synopsis
Nikita Turner is a shy, naive young woman. Shes a rising international pop star but her world takes a wild turn when her new boss blackmails into his bed. John Mason is a cold, ruthless, rich businessman. His sight is set on his new musical investment, Nikita. He wants nothing more than her body and he always gets what he wants even if he has to resort to blackmail. However, both their lives take a huge twist as Nikita awakens a different side of herself that John cannot resist. He slowly accepts his true feelings for Nikita until her hidden past comes back to haunt her. Take a fast and epic roller coaster ride of passion, countless sex, betrayal and love with them. Excerpt: They walked to the elevator and got off at the very top of the skyscraper building where John opened the door at the end of the hall and led her inside. The room was the main suite reserved for the boss alone for his own private use. She started to look around. Holy Shit! It was the size of a house, even had an upstairs and was pleasantly luxurious to say least. She could see the whole Los Angeles city from where she was. "This is beautiful, I can see everything wow!" "Yeah, it's a great view," John said while chuckling from her childish fascination, which he actually found cute. "Would you like a drink?" "Umm, no, I'm fine thank you." "Okay, let's go upstairs then" he took her hand and guided her to the bedroom which had a king size bed with silk sheets and was filled with a gentle lavender aroma. Wait! It had hit her. "You brought me up here to...." "Test you in bed before I set this arrangement into motion, yes, that's exactly what I'm doing" he said bluntly. "No way you can't, I can't, I mean..." she began to lose her voice. "Why not it's been a long time, too long in fact, so I need to claim you here and now baby!" he said while he started pulling at her clothes. "Get rid of those clothes and get into bed." Nikita held onto her chest and shook her head defiantly. "Look you know you don't have choice, so don't try to refuse me" Nikita hated his words, but knew how true they were. She slowly began unbuttoning her shirt with trembling hands. She shouldn't be forced to do this. She didn't want to, especially not with this guy. She hated the bastard for putting her through this. But her world would crumble over if she didn't, that wasn't a risk she was willing take. John had too much on her. "Nikita" he soothingly said as he caught her hand at the third button. "It's okay, I won't hurt you. I wouldn't dream of it, so don't be scared" John clearly saw how petrified she was getting and he didn't like it. He then decided to comfort her a little, after all she probably hadn't had any form of sexual activity in years, was only natural for her to fret about what was to happen. John patiently helped her undress down to removing her tight black pants covering her shaved, sweet, beautiful cunt. He was starting to get hard by just the sight of it. He waited so long for this moment. He couldn't wait for even a day or two. He wanted to take her now so bad his breathing got heavy and the vein in his cock pulsated painfully. "Come here," he told her softly, as he buried his fingers into her brunette curly hair and forced his mouth on her lips. He kissed her with such passion, gently puckering her lips, then moving his tongue over them, asking for access. She seemingly enjoyed it which was weird, but couldn't really think straight right then, especially when her mouth automatically opened and John's tongue instantly rammed through. Their tongues locked while tasting each other like animals. "Uh Nikki..." he groaned while kissing her neck and letting her fall on the bed. John was on top her tasting all parts of her body. She arched forward when he inserted two fingers inside and slowly circled. "Come on baby, get wet, I know you want to badly." WHAT? Why this arrogant jerk...
