Hey Fierce friends,
The second book in my Cambridge Men of Honor series, Defamed, is live!
Enjoy the ultimate temptation…
She tried to save her friend.
Naïve, spirited, and determined. Joanna should have walked away.
But she stumbled into the wrong man.
Into the wrong world, and now I can’t let her go.
Won’t allow it.
A lawyer who blurs the edges, eases the guilty through the door of reasonable doubt,
I’m not a good man.
She should never have been mine.
But trapped in my dark realm, I’ll devour her until I own her completely.
From USA Today Bestselling author, Felicity Brandon, comes a dark mafia romance series. Hold tight, and let this fast-paced, standalone novel leave you breathless.
Here is a sexy snippet from Defamed
“Joanna,” I growled, pressing my hand harder over her mouth as I conveyed my dissatisfaction with her behavior. I understood her dismay, but kicking Chase in the head would not help her cause. “Any more of this and once you’re bound, you’ll be thoroughly spanked for all this nonsense.”
Panting, she eyed me.
“Ah, of course.” Chase chuckled as he maneuvered the rope around her thighs, just above the knees. “Miss Collins probably doesn’t know about the Men of Honor preferences where discipline is concerned.” Tightening the ropes, he secured the piece with a sturdy knot before rising with a second length in his hands. “Perhaps it’s time you introduced her to the way things are done around here.”
Running my tongue over my teeth, I imagined enacting the penance Chase described, watching as he compelled one, then her other wrist behind her back. I always got hard disciplining women the old-fashioned way and had enjoyed spanking in many prior relationships. As it turned out, it was another facet the Men of Honor seemed to relish, a peculiar but fortuitous coincidence. Collectively, we spent many happy hours comparing notes about the best positions and techniques when it came to reddening a woman’s ass. Now that I had Joanna, Chase was correct. I could spend many more adjusting her defiant streak. Releasing her mouth, I reached forward to hold her wrists in place as Chase bound them.
“Please.” The plea was much throatier, and when I glanced up, I noticed the first evidence of genuine fear as tears pricked in her expressive eyes.
“You’ll be fine,” I assured her, though admittedly, I wasn’t sure how reassuring those words would be since she was bound. “Just settle down.”
She drew in a deep breath as Chase and I stepped away.
“Okay, Sullivan.” Chase rolled his shoulders back. “You can let the princess go.”
The burly guard sniggered as he released Joanna, shoving her toward me. She stumbled into my body, flustering as I took her in my arms.
“Any suggestion where this punishment should take place?” I directed the question at Chase but would have taken a reply from anyone. Things were just starting to get fun.
“There’s plenty of room in the club.” Chase gestured past the stage to the numerous empty tables. There were a few of the usual faces, but naturally, he was right. White Rabbit was a members-only club, and with the lockdown, attendance had never been lower. At this point, we only opened for our own revelry. “Take your pick and get her into position.”
“What are you talking about?” Joanna eyed me with concern but seemed calmer in my arms, her voice at a regular volume for the first time since she’d tried to flee. “What punishment?”
“Your spanking, beautiful.” Capturing her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I held her steady, ensuring her gaze was fixed on me. “All the gentlemen here keep order with spankings for unruly ladies.” I couldn’t suppress a grin at the shock and horror in her eyes.
“Sp-Spanking?” She pulled in a shaky breath. “You can’t be serious, Jordan. No one has ever spanked me.”
“That’s funny,” Chase mused as he wandered to the bar. “I swear Allegra told me something similar.”
“Allegra.” Her focus flitted to Chase as if she’d just remembered what this whole thing was about and why she was here. “Do you have her? Is she okay?”
“She’s fine.” He lifted his palm in some sort of gesture of honesty. “Scout’s honor, but I’ve been introducing her to the same discipline the last few days, and I can tell you, she’s very receptive.”
Joanna squeezed her eyes closed, her flawless brow furrowing. “Oh God,” she murmured, her head wanting to fall forward, though my hand kept it in place. “Oh God. What’s going to happen to me?”
“You’ll be fine,” I promised, capturing her attention once more. “I’m not going to harm you, Joanna. Only give you a reminder about the new order you find yourself in. Men make the rules, and women obey them.”
The look on her face was priceless. I wished I could capture it for all time, but there was no time for sentimentality. For the first time in too long, I had an ass to spank.
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“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭.
Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
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