The Castle
by Skye Warren
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Safe in the ivory tower…
Gabriel Miller swears
he’ll keep me safe. Enemies lurk outside, waiting to strike. An army held back
by these walls.
Except some animal
instinct warns me the danger is much closer. It’s already here. Is Gabriel my
protector or my enemy? Is this house a castle or a cage?
There’s nowhere for me to
go, no one left for me to trust.
No escape from a past
determined to capture its prize.
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EXCERPT:
“Still giving orders, little virgin? Is that something
you’re born with in the St. James family, or did they teach you that along with
your ABCs?”
Rage tightens a knot in my stomach. “I’m not a virgin.”
“No?” he asks, lifting a hand to my face.
I stand very still as he captures my chin between his thumb
and forefinger, torn between wanting to wrench away and wanting him to kiss me.
How can he make me feel alive when I’ve been sleepwalking for months, years?
What sick twist of fate let the hands of this man bring me pleasure?
“You made sure of that.” I mean the words to come out cold,
unhurt. Instead I sound breathless and somehow inviting. The white carpet may
as well be streaked with red. We’re both back in his bedroom, both flushed and
sated and ripped to shreds from what he’s just done.
He lifts my face, almost tender. “I put my cock into your
warm little hole. Pushed right through that thin hymen to do it. It felt like
fucking heaven to break you open.”
I’m a tuning fork in his hands, and the sound I make is pure
arousal. “I despise you.”
“You were so wet,” he says, almost thoughtful. “But some of
it was blood, wasn’t it?”
“I’m going to find a way to get my house back.”
He bends his head slightly, enough that our lips are an inch
away, the words a tickle of breath against my lips. “I got off on the slide of
your blood on my cock. I came that way, spilling salt into the fresh open
wound.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to him, no line I wouldn’t
cross in this moment. My anger takes an unholy shape, rearing back with all the
fury and fear of a wild horse ready to trample his enemy. “And God help me, I’m
going to ruin you. The way you did my father. I’m going to break you.”
He nudges my chin higher, exposing the vulnerable line of my
throat. His mouth drops to the tender skin, a whisper of a kiss. “Do you want
to make me bleed, little virgin?”
The violence takes me by surprise. My swing is wild, aimed
straight for his face with all my strength. He catches my wrist midmotion, the
abrupt stop shooting pain down my arm. We’re frozen that way, him holding me,
breathing each other’s air.
“Don’t call me that,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Little virgin.”
“I’m not. You saw the proof of it. You paid a million
dollars for it.”
“Actually,” he says, voice deceptively mild. “I paid a
million dollars to use you for a month. And as that month isn’t over yet, I
think I’d like to collect.”
Shock courses through me, singeing every angry intention.
“No.”
“And as for your virginity, there are a hundred ways you
haven’t been taken. A thousand ways you haven’t been fucked. A million dollars
left to earn.”
“That money’s mine. You sent me away.”
“And yet,” he says, echoing his earlier words, “here you
fucking are. This is what you wanted. This is what you came for. Did you really
think you’d see me and walk away without my come inside you?”
My gasp sounds virginal even to myself. “Of course I did.”
He uses the hold on my wrist to drag me closer, off balance,
almost falling into him. His warmth surrounds me, along with a musk my body
remembers. Alarm bells ring more than they did this morning. A strange man
could hurt me, but Gabriel—he’s worse. My own kryptonite.
“Here’s the thing about fucking a virgin,” he whispers,
breath a caress on my temple. “You gave me your pretty little hymen, the small
spill of blood. The first feel of those walls squeezing my cock. And there’s no
way to get it back, not ever. No matter who else you fuck. Even if you settle
down with some prep-school fucker and let him climb on top of you every single
night, I’ll always be your first. You will always be my little virgin.”
The show of possession does something strange to me. It
should be offensive. It’s meant to be offensive, but the humiliation turns
liquid and hot inside my body. And the worst part is, I can’t even deny the
truth. He left an imprint inside me. I can still remember the stretch of him,
the burn. The very shape of that heavy thickness I can feel against my stomach
now. And anyone who comes after him, they’ll never quite fill the space he
carved inside of me.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, soothing now that I’ve
acquiesced. “I’ve got you.”
“No, we can’t—”
He releases my wrist only to run a finger along my cheek.
“So young. You look so young like this.”
“It’s the makeup,” I say with difficulty. And the hair. And
the clothes. In a thousand ways I was different before, the society princess.
What am I now? Almost homeless. Definitely scared.
His eyes gentle, more brown than they’ve been before. “You didn’t
think you were getting fucked today. You got dressed and took the bus and came
up the elevator having no idea.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me.”
A slight smile. “Not enough to stop. Take off those clothes.
Let’s see what you look like when you’re just a sweet, innocent college girl
and not the toy I bought at auction.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Skye Warren is
the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the
Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed,
USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in
Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.
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