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THRILL ME
Dark Odyssey Book 3
KHARDINE GRAY
FAITH SUMMERS
CONTENTS
Thrill Me
WARNING:
Author Note
Faith Summers Collection
Time to break the rules and make her submit to me…
Welcome to The Dark Odyssey.
Playlist
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
THRILL ME
Dark Odyssey Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Khardine Gray
writing as
Faith Summers
WARNING:
WARNING: This book is a standalone DARK ROMANCE. This book contains scenes that may be triggering to some readers and should be read by those only 18+ or older. **
AUTHOR NOTE
Please note Faith Summers is the Dark romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling Author Khardine Gray
Copyright © 2020 by Khardine Gray Please note : Faith Summers is the Dark Romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling Author Khardine Gray
Thrill Me – Dark Odyssey Book 3 Copyright © 2020 by Khardine Gray
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations.
It is intended for mature readers. All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
FAITH SUMMERS COLLECTION
Dark Odyssey
Tease Me
Taunt Me
Thrill Me
Tempt Me
Dark Odyssey Fantasies
Entice
Tease
Play
Tempt
TIME TO BREAK THE RULES AND MAKE HER SUBMIT TO ME…
We dance like devils, except we wear masks.
Every night a different one.
Dancing on the edge.
Dancing with danger.
Me and her, for years.
I’ve allowed her to think she doesn’t already belong to me.
Time to change that up and claim her.
Possess her, dominate her, own her.
Heart. Body. Mind. Soul.
I’m Salvatore Giordano and I always get what I want.
I want her on her knees or chained to my bed.
Submitting to my every command.
Fulfilling our wild fantasies.
I’ll make her cave to temptation.
I thought it would be simple.
Until the day when the past and the present collide.
Skeletons tumble out of the closet whispering secrets on their lips.
I get caught in a blood war with a target on my back.
And, she sees something she shouldn’t have.
My enemies come for me and know she’s my weakness.
My enemies want her.
Heads roll, and the streets fill with blood.
It’s kill or be killed.
The ruthless against the heartless.
I have to become both to protect her.
Even if it costs me everything.
WELCOME TO THE DARK ODYSSEY.
We hope you enjoy our masquerade parties.
Our aim is to connect you with your wildest fantasies.
To thrill and excite you all at once in a place where you can just be you.
When the masks go on and the lights go out, you decide what happens next.
PLAYLIST
1. This Ship Goes Down Deep- Black Lab
2. Fate-Four Star Mary
3. Aerosmith - Crazy
4. Lady Gaga - Stupid Love
5. Natalie Imbruglia – Scars
6. Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry
7. Avril Lavigne – Complicated
8. Backstreet Boys - Don't Go Breaking My Heart
9. Collective Soul - Shine
10. Bon Jovi - Always
PROLOGUE
Salvatore
I can tell anybody now that no one would believe me if I said the beautiful woman lying next to me in my bed fell asleep naked because July in Chicago is the hottest month of the year. Stifling and suffocating. You want to take off your fucking skin it’s so hot.
Know what’s hotter? The woman lying next to me who’s supposed to be my ‘friend’.
Her name is Maria Cipriani, but we’ve been calling her Mimi for a lifetime. It was me who gave her that name. It suited her little pixie, fairylike features.
Now that little fairy looks like she just stepped out of a wild erotic fantasy. The kind that would leave a badass mobster like me begging for more.
The kind of wild fantasy that people come to live out at The Dark Odyssey, my sex club.
The woman lying next to me looks exactly like a wild, dark fantasy come to life, but… we’re supposed to be friends.
Friends…
Right. Fuck, fucking hell.
I try to remind myself on the regular that we’re calling it that … we haven’t said we were calling it –us—that, but it’s implied and we say the word friend a lot.
More so for the last year.
One year of this…Jesus H.
Friends.
And no, I’m not telling myself that we’re friends because I’m in denial. I’m a long way from denial and so is she. We both know this is a game we’re playing.
I roam over her perfect body as she turns onto her back. Her ass brushes over my already rock hard dick, making it harder, and now that my gaze is on her massive tits that look like sun-kissed melons with rose bud tips I’m not sure what the fuck I’m meant to do.
Or…
Which kind of day this is meant to be.
Is it the kind where she gets up and mills around the place acting like we’re old pals… she’s my babygirl and I’m her boy.
Or is it the borderline friendship day where she’s acting like she’s already my doll and allows me to suck her tits.
It’s those days I wish she’d stop playing this seriously weird game and allow me to take her on her hands and knees the way I want.
Her on her hands and knees, or chained to my bed…
Whichever day it is, we’re changing things up today.
I am.
Last night as I watched her strip, I decided today was the day I was going to give this unusual relationship of ours a kick in the right direction.
Change the game we’re playing and I’m not going to allow her to tell me anything other than yes.
I’m too old for this shit. I just turned thirty-nine and I’m not some fucker who needs to pussyfoot around shit, even if our particular case is a little delicate.
This situation here makes me look weak and I hate weakness of any kind.
I’m a ruthless bastard, a prick at best, and it’s not in my nature to see a woman I want and play friends with her.
The worst thing about it is, this isn’t just a now thing.
It’s been happening since we were kids. There were many instances when I had no business looking at her then because I’m nine years and a few months older than she is.
Try being twenty three and watching her at fourteen, twenty five and watching her at sixteen.
I could have probably taken the plunge to do something when she turned eighteen or the many years that followed, but she was head over heels for Gabriel. Gabe, my younger brother.
Long story, very long story… it led us here.
Here where I accept that she loved him. Loved, as in past tense
Here, to this peculiar relationship of ours.
Here to my bed where she comes almost every night and we do…
nothing.
Sometimes we end up like this. Sometimes not.
I gaze at her perfection. Long wild honey blond hair sprawled out against the pillow. Her pretty mouth with full cherry lips pressing together as she stirs.
The soft hint of sunlight spilling through the window caresses her skin the way I want to, stopping just at the edge of her black lace panties.
At least she always keeps her panties on when she’s with me.
That’s going to change very soon.
She stirs again and I run my finger over the taut skin of her stomach. In response, she lifts her dainty hand and presses it to my chest. A little smile tips the corners of her delicate mouth as a perfectly manicured finger traces the deep ridge of the muscles lining my abs and her cheeks flush.
Good. Good sign to set the scene for what I have up my sleeve for this doll.
Thick black lashes flutter as she opens her eyes fully and I’m greeted with her warm coffee colored gaze.
I would have led slowly into this if I didn’t see the tips of her nipples pebble.
She sees me looking and knows I don’t plan to look away.
Thank fuck she knows not to protest when I trail my finger up her stomach, up the enticing underside of her right breast and glide over the hard tip of her nipple. I look at her then and give her a cocky smile.
A smile at her frozen in my grasp, her eyes shimmering with the want and desire that courses through me, threatening to take her right here.
I make a point of keeping my gaze trained on her as I lower to the now diamond hard nipple and take it into my mouth. She’s trying… I can see she’s trying not to be aroused but she fails just as much as I do to be her friend.
Fucking fuck that –friends.
Friends, I don’t think so and definitely not when a moan filled with pleasure falls from her lips.
I suck harder and when she arches her back into the sheets I move to her right breast and give her pleading nipple the same attention.
Fingers flutter into my hair, encouraging me to continue, and fuck do I want to. I do, but… I won’t.
I won’t because this is where things change and I start another game I already know she’s going to give me a hard time agreeing to.
When she thinks I’m going to continue like I’ve been doing every time we do this I stop and pull back.
Her cheeks flush and her hands fall from my head.
I sit up and it’s like she just remembered we’re friends and shuffles to get off the bed.
“I’m gonna get coffee, do you want some?” she asks, and like she’s my girl she reaches for my shirt and covers up the glorious view of her body by slipping into it.
She straightens and that mass of hair swishes around her waist.
Mimi looks at me and I stare back at her, still smiling. Or rather it’s more of a smirk. She knows me and now she’s suddenly wary because she can sense something’s up.
“No,” I answer, my tone flat.
“What do you want?”
I slide off the bed. Instantly I tower over her with my six feet and six inches and the width of my shoulders. In her heels she barely reaches the top of my chest. Like this with her five feet, she’s my erotic little fairy and she doesn’t know she just made a mistake by asking me that question.
Or, maybe she does. I step closer to her and she steps back. One more step and she steps back. It’s like an uncoordinated tango. I finish the rest of this dance by taking hold of her tiny waist and pushing her up against the wall.
A little gasp falls from her lips.
“I want you. That’s what I want,” I inform her with a crude smile. “Babygirl, I want you to be mine, properly.”
“Properly?”
Her eyes widen and when her breath hitches I lean just a little closer. “Yes, Maria.” I call her by her real name so she knows I’m serious as fuck.
“Yours,” she says that more as a statement than a question. More to herself than to me, like she’s contemplating it. She’d better. I’ll allow her to do that and unravel the shit from the past with my brother from her mind. When I’m inside her I just want her to think of me. Just me, nobody else.
“Babygirl,” I grin at her and brush my nose over hers. “You were always mine, now I want to claim you. That’s why I need us to cut this shit and you stop being my babygirl and be my doll.”
“Salvatore –”
No, no. I don’t want to even hear the hint of an excuse or whatever fucking thing she might think to tell me. I press my fingers to her lips. Those luscious lips. “This…” I smooth my finger over her full plump lips. “Those lips belong to me.”
That holds her attention. I smooth my hand down to her breasts and move the shirt away revealing the sexy pink nipples. Since I’m not about to see nipples looking like that and not suck them I lower again and suck briefly on the left one.
“These tits… are mine,” I tell her, giving them a good feel and that pleasure-filled expression fills her face again. However it’s replaced by undiluted shock when I slide my hands down to her panties and rub my thumb over the silky smooth skin of her mound. “And this. Your pussy belongs to me.”
Her panties are already wet, and like she knew not to stop me on the bed she knows now to keep still as I glide past the lace covering her folds and slide my finger inside her tight wet pussy.
The smile recedes from my face. I don’t want to fall in the trap of my own game, but fuck does she ever feel good. Wet and dripping with need for me.
It’s the furthest we’ve gone and I just successfully stepped over the line. I slide in and out of her and she moans, lips parted, eyes begging me to take her against the wall.
I don’t though. I won’t.
Not yet.
I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth to lick off the glistening nectar and it’s definitely a taste to savor. Sweet like the finest honey.
She watches as I lick my fingers and now her skin is completely flushed.
“So, no… I don’t want coffee. What I want is to fuck you so hard, you’ll be coming all night, screaming my name.” I hold back a laugh at the shocked look on her face.
I’ve never spoken to her like that before and she’s the kind of woman who would have given me the back of her hand by now if she didn’t want me too.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, Babygirl… give me your answer later.” My gaze drops to her lips again as they part and I move away. “Give me your answer later at the club. Wear black… looks good on you.” I wink at her and leave her right there in my room.
She can think about my offer for the rest of the day.
I can’t wait to see what will happen tonight…
