Charm
Ella’s walked out on a bad scene with Ryan to fall straight into Darnley Wolfe’s arms. And Ella’s never experienced passion like this from such a complex man, because Darnley has a scandalous past, a taste for dominance, and is the chief of a global empire.Ella and Darnley collide again and again and can’t leave each other alone. But Ella’s ex, Ryan, has stolen a valuable patent from Darnley and implicated Ella in his criminal web. Darnley gives Ella the benefit of the doubt and his protection, but she finds that Darnley’s love comes with steamy extras, including a penchant for sensual restraint, old traumas, and a family scandal that could destroy them both.
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CHARM
Flora Dain
WOLFE TRILOGY: BOOK 1
Mischief
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Contents
It all started with a kiss.
Normally Iâd never storm out of a high-end business gala dressed like a princess and head for the street with angry tears coursing down my face without first calling a cab.
Normally Iâd never walk right up to the first man I see coming towards me, fling my arms round his neck and kiss him squarely on the mouth.
Normally, if he tasted that good and I edged away with a careless laugh and he scowled, pulled me closer and growled, âHey. Nobody gets that close to me and walks away,â Iâd simply cut and run, not press up against him and burrow into his neck and sigh, âTake me somewhere. Anywhere.â
It was just the once.
* * *
After that things happened fast. He clasped one arm tightly around me while he muttered a stream of instructions into his phone, clearly changing his eveningâs plans. I clung to him not listening, relishing the silky feel of his suit and the hard muscles lurking beneath. I nuzzled deeper into his neck and drank in his aroma, notes of citrus with deep undertones of feral male. Luscious.
I rubbed myself up against him like a cat on heat. But it wasnât just heat. It was shock and despair at finding my on-off boyfriend had traded me in and was smooching the upgrade right there in the bar. All I wanted was to prove I could cut it â that I looked good and was still a fully functioning female.
Frankly, anybody would have done, but right on cue here was this stunning, Armani-clad male animal prowling towards me like a panther with attitude. How could I resist? Anyway, it was just a joke.
It seemed he didnât do jokes.
And later I learned he wasnât just anybody.
Boy, did I pick the wrong cat.
The instructions done, he slipped his phone into his pocket. Keeping his arm firmly around my waist he prised my arms away from his neck and clicked his fingers. A low-slung limo appeared like magic, the passenger door already swinging open.
His eyes glittered into mine as light glanced off the hard line of his jaw. âNow youâll come back to my hotel and finish what you started. Or you can walk away. Which?â
Whoa. Did he mean it? Heat bloomed on my skin. Arousal enveloped my mind and made me dizzy. Heâd tasted sensational, all honey and spice. And he felt even better, lithe and hard. Finish what I started? I could have finished him on the spot.
I ducked down and clambered in.
* * *
In the car he eyed me from the far corner while he murmured some more into his phone.
Who was this?
Too late to worry about that now. Tingling with excitement I drew in great lungfuls of air and flatly refused to look down from the high wire heâd just stretched over the void by calling my bluff. In the hotel elevator I launched myself at him and we fused together for long, blissful seconds, parting only to tumble out onto his landing and in at his door.
His suite was vast, the lighting low. There was music somewhere, singing. Before the door had slammed shut at the back-kick of his heel heâd pushed me up against a wall, wrenched my tight cocktail dress down to pin my arms and expose my breasts and then pressed his knee between my thighs.
He placed his hands flat on the wall at either side of my head and locked his eyes onto mine. His voice thrilled through me in a low throaty growl. âSo, how do you like it? Hard? Soft? Slow? Fast?â
