The breathtaking finale to the Cartel Trilogy by Lili St
Germain
Is FINALLY HERE!
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Blurb
People
aren't born monsters.
They're created.
I'd been with Dornan Ross for the
better part of a decade. Slept in his bed, sewn up his wounds, tasted his
blood, seen inside his soul.
But even I wasn't prepared for what
he did.
I should have known it would always
come down to this, from the very moment I laid eyes on him in that motel.
I should have known his salvation
was too good to be true.
Because it's all gone now, the
impossible love I had for him bleeding away in the darkness that came
afterward.
Now there's only hate.
Now I just want to escape.
Even
if it means I have to kill him to be free.
ABOUT THE CARTEL TRILOGY
How
much is a life worth?
Mariana Rodriguez is the eldest
daughter of a Colombian drug lord. Growing up in Villanueva, Colombia, she has
never wanted for anything. Private schools, a lavish lifestyle, and the safety
of the Cartel that her father works for.
At nineteen, she's got her entire
life mapped out, and what a good life it's going to be: graduate from college,
move to America, and finally be free from the stifling grip of the Cartel.
Only, her father messes up. A
shipment of cocaine - a very large, very valuable shipment - is seized by the
authorities whilst under his care and he becomes liable for the debt. Half a
million dollars' worth of cocaine.
Half a million dollars he does not
have.
But he has a daughter, a very smart
one, a daughter who would give up her very existence and offer herself as
payment for her father's sins, to ensure her family survives.
But
falling in love with the man who owns her isn't part of the plan...
EXCERPT
John paid the waitress and she took
my waffles to box up. I’d barely touched them, too busy talking, but I might
want them after a couple of hours’ sleep.
‘You got a
bathroom?’ John asked her. The woman looked at him like he was an idiot. She
didn’t even respond with words, just pointed to a door in the back.
‘I’m gonna go get this cleaned up,’
he said.
I held up my purse. ‘I’ll come with
you. I brought extra gauze. Since you insist on not getting stitches.’
Luckily there was a staff bathroom and changeroom that
nobody seemed to be using. John held the door open for me and then locked it,
testing it to make sure it couldn’t open. We were good. He leaned down while I
took off the old gauze and tried my best to clean the wound again. It was deep,
and looked nasty.
‘Does it hurt?’ I asked him.
He shrugged. ‘I’ve had things
hurt a lot more.’
‘Like what?’
He licked his lips, put his hands on my waist.
‘Like my cock right now.’
Lust dragged through my belly like wildfire and I
swear, I felt my pupils dilate.
‘Oh,
yeah? Your cock needs medical attention, too?’
He smirked, pulling me close with a
forceful jerk. I could feel his hardness against my belly, and I wanted it all
to myself. An empty ache throbbed between my thighs, demanding to be filled.
He brought a finger to my chin,
tilting my face up to his. One kiss.
That was all it took for my lamb to become a lion.
‘Take your fucking panties off
before I rip them off.’ His eyes burned with desire and I felt my heart skip a
beat.
Shit.
I was about ready to come just from his words.
I hitched my skirt up, making it a
show for him as I hooked my thumbs into the edges of my panties and slid them
down my thighs. I was wearing white panties, and there was a clear wet patch on
the inside. John saw it as I stepped out of the panties and he made a growling
noise in the back of his throat, snatching them from me.
He fell to his knees before me,
prising my thighs apart. I had to shuffle my feet wider apart to accommodate
him. His tongue touched me, ever so gently, and it took everything inside me
not to scream.
‘John,’ I begged. I wasn’t even sure
what I was begging for. I just knew that I needed him, desperately. He slid a
finger inside me and I tightened around it, involuntary, pulsing with need. A
finger wasn’t going to be enough. I needed him. Inside me. Now. I squeezed his
head, my hands fisted in his hair. Every time his tongue touched me, it was
like a fucking inferno lit up inside me. Every time he pulled away, I pressed
my hips forward, seeking that wet caress that was threatening to bring me
undone in a Denny’s bathroom stall. Of
all places. Guess I’d been wrong. Seemed we really were going to fuck in a
restaurant bathroom.
When he pulled his face away, I just
about crumpled over on myself. I caught a look at myself in the mirror –
clumped mascara from the nap I’d taken on the kitchen counter earlier; my
cheeks flushed.
‘Somebody might catch us,’ John
said, that teasing glint in his eye.
I held onto his arms, my legs still
shaking from the way he’d cruelly taunted me until I was almost coming. ‘Let’s
shoot everyone on that bridge when we come to it,’ I said, pulling my tank top
down to expose a nipple. I pulled his hair, and he went with it, bringing his
mouth to my pebbled nipple and sucking hard enough that pleasure hummed
dangerously close to pain.
He pulled his mouth away and picked
me up effortlessly, his hands cupping my ass cheeks. ‘Wrap your legs around
me,’ he murmured. I did, breathless with anticipation as he walked me backward
to the sink. He dropped me onto the edge, and luckily the thing was built solid
enough, because he hitched my skirt up and slammed into me so hard, my head
went back into the mirror and left a little crack in the glass. Not enough to
draw blood. Not even enough to see stars. But enough that I hoped I’d be
driving past this Denny’s with Dornan one time, and have to stop off, and come
in here to relive this moment, one crack in the mirror and John’s hand over my
mouth as he made me come so hard, I drew blood along his arm with my
fingernails. Especially when he pulled back and with every insistent thrust
inside me, he told me he loved me. I love
you. Fuck. I love you. Fuck! At
one point, I thought his love was going to send me through the wall and into
the next room. With my free hand I gripped the edge of the basin, as hot, wet
kisses trailed up my neck, one thumb on my clit, making me come so hard I bit
down on his shoulder without thinking, and John shuddered forcefully as he came
inside me.
I felt bruised inside. I’d be sore
for days after that. Some very sick part of me wondered if I’d still feel like
this, raw and tender, the next time Dornan put his hands or his mouth or his cock near me.
I hoped so.
I know, it’s not right. I never said
I was a good person, did I? Part of me was already looking forward to the
bruised places Dornan would touch inside me, the map John had made when he’d
fucked me, and that Dornan would never know I was feeling John’s touch when he
was inside me.
About the Author:
Lili
writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven
Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be
released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and
so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her
gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and
spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves
to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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