Author: Lainey Reese
ISBN: B00VNK4J3Umore from this user
Sometimes it takes double the love to banish the ghosts of the past.
New York, Book 4
Back in college, Cami and Ziporah forged a bond that became a lifeline when tragedy struck. Now as Cami begins to reclaim her sexuality, including the possibility that she is a sexual submissive, her fear of the unknown threatens to keep her chained by the past.
Ziporah has always been Cami’s champion, comforter, and friend. She volunteers to take this erotic journey alongside her, convinced it’ll be nothing more than a steamy adventure. But along the way she discovers she and Cami might not be so different, after all.
Evan would have been content to find one suitable sub in New York City. Instead, he not only has two untrained subs on his hands, they each pull at his emotions in different ways, challenging his Dominance with their spunk and wit.
As he teaches their bodies to submit to his, their enchanting combination of vulnerability and strength tempts him to do something totally unexpected—submit his heart to theirs.
This book has been previously published.
Warning: This book contains BDSM elements, f/m/f ménage, graphic language, two smokin’ hot subs, and a Dom who got a hell of a lot more than he bargained for. Includes scenes of rape survival that could be possible PTSD triggers for sensitive readers.
Evan felt himself doing something he rarely did this early in a scene—he was hitting topspace. It was that perfect head zone that took his entire being and narrowed every cell and atom in his body until they focused on his subs. He now breathed for them. His very heart beat for them. He was hyper aware of every nuance in their expressions and twitch of their muscles. Even his sense of smell was enhanced and he could pick up not only their individual perfumes, but the different scent of each of their arousals as well.
He marched Ziporah to the bedside opposite Cami and shoved her to her knees, because she needed his mastery over her body as surely as Cami had needed his mastery over her will.
They called to two different sides of him, and though he had scened on several occasions with multiple subs, there was something different about these two. Something elemental that added a deeper level of importance and heat to the moment that he could neither explain nor deny. The difference between all the other women he’d had and the two he faced now? It was like comparing cannon fire to the pop of a cap gun.