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Title: Craving Control
Author: Kylie Hillman
Genre: MC Romance
Craving Control:
He’s the
villain in the tale. The man who committed the most heinous of crimes. A
monster of the highest order. He reigned supreme, seemingly unstoppable, until
his power was stolen from him. Brendan Taylor, the politician’s only son, was
tried and convicted for the damage he wrought, then jailed in the prime of his
life.
Yet, he still couldn’t walk away from her.
Madelaine
O’Brien, daughter of the President of the Black Shamrocks MC, was never on his
radar. Their lives were on different trajectories until she captured his
attention one fateful day and never let it go. It was as if the clouds parted
and he saw the sun in all its glory for the first time in his regimented life.
In that instant, she became his—and he would do anything to keep it that way.
His fate was sealed by his own actions.
Or so it
seemed. Because little did he know, there was a plan put in place years ago.
One that he wasn’t privy to; even though, his participation was paramount. Its
success rested on his victory. On the one thing that Madelaine awoke within
him. A man with a singular appetite. A hunger that had him CRAVING CONTROL.
Disclaimer:
This story contains graphic situations
that may not be suitable for all readers.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Three,
two, one. Happy New Year!” The countdown to the dawning of the brand-new year
is shouted through a megaphone. The night sky fills with a kaleidoscope of
colour and the loud banging and whistling of the fireworks disguises my
approach from my unsuspecting victim.
With
unyielding hands, I trap her between the wall and my body. Pausing for two
seconds, I let myself luxuriate in her scent—roses, vanilla, and enticing
innocence—and then I kiss her.
My
movements are sure, unheeding of her stiffening frame. I push my tongue between
her lips when she gasps and plunder the inner recesses of her mouth, smiling
when Maddi’s knee lifts ready to take out my family jewels. Her reaction makes
me grin. She doesn’t know who I am, exactly how big I am, what I’m capable of
doing to her—yet she’s ready to take defending herself into her own hands.
Did I
call her untouched perfection? I miscalculated. She may be untouched by the
hands of man, but she’s not a pushover. I sense a wildness that’s going to be
almost too much fun to break. Each time I peel back another layer of her
personality, she proves to be more challenging than initially predicted.
This girl is going to become addictive
if I’m not careful.
My
muscles tense, ready to keep Maddi under control if she decides to use that
knee on me. I’m not certain what makes her lower it, but I can’t say I’m not
surprised when her body loosens, and she leans back against the building.
I pull
my lips from her’s and whisper, “Happy New Year, Maddi.”
A sigh
is the only response I receive for a long, drawn-out moment, until—with a
murmur that has my cock trying to escape my pants—Maddi returns my sentiments.
“Happy
New Year, Brendan.”
That
sentence is all I need. It’s confirmation that I have her where I want her.
Maddi
O’Brien has just conceded defeat in a war she didn’t know she was fighting.
My
movements appear coaxing, suggesting that she has a say in how this is going to
play out. They aren’t. It’s simply the start of my next game. Now that I’ve
made Maddi accept my proximity, it’s time to make her believe that what happens
next is her idea. I use my strength to move her unwilling arms around my neck,
then I pull her soft curves against me. All stiffness has left her. She is
pliable, both in body and emotion.
I feel
a shudder run the length of her frame when I kiss her again. This time, she is
a willing participant. Her tongue touches mine. Tentatively. Testing.
Inexperience evident in every move she makes.
The
lights in the yard are switched back on, the bulb directly above us
illuminating her blonde hair until it resembles a halo. Maddi pauses, but I
don’t let her go. Instead, I distract her with my touch, making sure that she’s
paying little mind to who can see us, and once I’m certain that everyone who
counts—Hugo and my father—have seen us, I let her go on my own terms.
An
emptiness invades my veins at her absence. I push the feeling away and smile at
the beautiful woman I’ve now branded as mine. The flush on her cheeks, the
redness around her lips from my kiss, awakens a ferocity in me that is foreign.
I don’t
want to let her go. If I had my way, she’d be thrown over my shoulder and
whisked away from every other person who inhabits this earth.
Strategically,
what I do next is completely wrong.
But,
it’s the only thing that tames the monster in my gut who’s trying to rear his
head.
I bite
Maddi’s shoulder. It takes every ounce of the control that I pride myself on
possessing to stop myself from sinking my teeth through the thin cotton of her
shirt and into her skin until it breaks. The urge to taste her blood until she
accepts that she belongs to me is overwhelming.
I
swallow it down and stake my claim verbally instead.
“You're
so beautiful, and you're going to be all mine. I’m going to make sure of it.”
This is the last thing I say to her tonight because I walk away before she can
answer.
As I
go, my brain screams at me, yelling that I’ve made a fatal error and scared her
away. To calm myself, I watch my unsuspecting victim throughout the rest of the
evening, and I’m eventually able to push that worry aside with the sight of
Maddi regularly pressing her fingers against her lips like she can still feel
my touch.
It’s evident that she feels branded by
me and that’s a victory of the best kind.
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