Filthy Beautiful Forever
***Warning – 18+ contains explicit sexual situations and language*** The latest novel in the powerfully erotic series which started with Filthy Beautiful Lies.One seemingly innocent promise. The one girl he could never forget.Collins Drake exercises control over all facets of his life. From his business, to his relationships, to satisfying his physical needs, it all happens on his command. So when a woman shows up at his door and reminds him of a promise they made to each other when they were just ten years old, it shouldn’t have the ability to rock his entire world. Yet it does. Because Mia Monroe wasn't just his childhood best friend, she wasn't just the girl he lost his virginity to and hasn't seen since, she's the one exception to his perfect control. And piece by piece, she's about to tear apart his carefully laid plans.
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First published by Kendall Ryan Books 2014
First published in Great Britain by Harper 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780008133924
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Contents
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I canât seem to ejaculate lately.
It isnât from lack of effort on my part. Hell, no. Iâm no quitter, but despite pumping into my very hot supermodel girlfriend for the last hour, trying every position you can imagine, and even inventing a few of my own, I am nowhere near coming.
Fuck.
Sweat drips from my abs and chest onto hers, and I murmur an apology and thrust harder, slamming into her body again and again as I try to get there. Sheâs already come four times and during her last two orgasms she asked me if I was close. Yes, I lied.
Giving a final huff, she pushes me off her. âWhat the hell, Collins?â She moves from the bed, tossing a pillow at my face, as she grabs her silk robe.
I sit back on my heels; naked as the day I was born, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. Tatianna is tall and thin with long silky hair, and sheâs front and center in the mental spank banks of men worldwide. This has nothing to do with her, or shit, maybe it does, I donât know.
âListen, babe, Iâm just tired, okay?â Iâd run six miles that morning and then done a brutal kickboxing workout with my youngest brother, Pace. And hell, maybe some of the conversation weâd had while throwing jabs and uppercuts is still spinning in my head. When heâd inquired about my relationship with Tatianna, Iâd admitted to him that I was pretty sure she only regarded me as her personal bank account, and she was merely a warm body to lose myself in. Only that isnât working so well for me lately either.
I watch from the bed as Tatianna dresses herself, choosing designer garments from the massive walk-in closet I had built for her. She tosses stray clothes to the floor before finally settling on a black shift dress and matching heels. âIâm going out,â she says in my direction.
I know sheâs pissed at me, but shouldnât we talk about this? Isnât that what couples do?
I merely nod.
Iâm sure sheâs going out shopping, her typical Saturday afternoon activity.
After sheâs gone, I shower and dress, then sit alone in the library enjoying a one-hundred year old scotch. I consider calling my brothers, but theyâre probably each busy with their families. Leaning back in the leather armchair, I close my eyes.
I exercise control over all things in my lifeâfrom my company, to my relationships, to the way I handle my businessâonly my cock hasnât gotten the memo. The selfish prick.
