Scarred Beauty
Imperfection, 1
Noelle Evans has lived with a vicious scar down the side of her face since she was in a car accident ten years ago. She doesn’t know what it is like to be touched, desired, or loved.
Isaac Welch is rich and stuck in a rut of loveless sex with gold-digging women. The moment Isaac meets Noelle, sparks begin to fly. He is intrigued by this startling beauty who has helped his brother.
What started as a game soon turns to blinding passion. Isaac tries to fight his growing feelings for Noelle, but she is about to learn the truth about their meetings. Will she ever be able to forgive his betrayal, or will Isaac be left with only the memories of his time with his Scarred Beauty?
Be Warned: anal sex, spanking.
Excerpt:
Staring into her eyes, he made a split-second decision. Grabbing her hand, he pressed her against the hard length of his cock through the fabric of his trousers. “Do you feel that? That is how much I want you. I fucking ache to be inside you. I know you’re a virgin, but I want to be the first one to ever open those sweet thighs and taste you. Elle, I leave here, and all I want to do is be with you put you on the bed, spread you open and take you, hard, fast and slow. I want you anyway I can get you.”
Fuelled by pure need, he tore the pants from his body until he stood with his shaft out for her to touch. He opened her hands and curled them around his length. Every action he did with speed so he wouldn’t stop.
“Feel that? Feel how much I want you?”
Her mouth was slightly open as if amazed by what he’d done.
“You want me?” she asked.
In answer, he slammed his lips down on hers and showed her the true meaning of want. Isaac gave her everything.
Wrapping his hand in the length of her dark red hair, he spun it in his fist. Pulling her head back, he plundered her mouth taking everything she had to offer. He unleashed the beast inside him. For the first time he knew what it felt like to need to possess a woman, to have her as his own. The thought of any other man having her sent him into a rage. He was the only man who could touch her. No other. Her body, heart, and soul would belong to him and him alone.
God help him, he wanted to be the one to fuck her. He wanted to hear her scream his name as she orgasmed.
He moved her hand away as he begun to unbutton her blouse. She stood frozen, her lips responding. Isaac showed her what it felt like to be needed. Tonight, he would make her his.
Her hands curled into his hair. She pressed her body against his. Isaac pushed her away slightly without stopping the kiss. He pushed her shirt from her body and followed it with her bra. He pulled away to stare down at her body.
“Do you see how much I want you?” he asked.
She nodded. Her face flushed.
“Are you going to want me to pay for it?”
Her question cut him deep. Tightening his grip in her hair, he forced her to look at him. Her eyes filled with more tears after she spoke the question.
“There will be no money passed between us. I never took the damn money. You can have it. I want you, Elle. I always wanted to be with you. The money was only an excuse.” He finally admitted the truth to her.
“Why?”
“Because you give me a reason to look forward to my day. Before I met you I was falling into a black hole. You’re the only salvation I have.”
“I’ve not been the same since I met you. I think I love you, Isaac.”
Hearing those words made his chest ache. He wanted to say them back, but something held them in.
“You’re something special,” he said before taking her lips once again. No more words needed to be spoken. Her naked chest pressed against his, the hard nipples poking at him. He kept one hand bound in her hair as the other thumbed her red, swollen buds. She melted against him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Isaac pressed her to the wall. He loosened his hold on her hair and watched as it fell around her face. The colour was wrong from the picture Brad showed her. He wanted to see her natural beauty displayed for him. His gaze moved to her breasts. The glorious round mounds filled his hands to perfection. They were pert. He bent his head and took one nipple inside his mouth. She cried out, thrusting her tit inside his mouth. He cupped the other and thumbed the nipple.
She screamed as he bit her nipple. His cock was on fire with the need to be inside her.
Pulling away, he bent down and removed the skirt from her body. Her legs were thick and curvy. He smiled placing his hands on her and feeling the soft, supple strength of her body. Thin women no longer did it for him.
From his position on the floor, he could scent her arousal. Taking hold of her panties, he removed them. They were wet with her arousal. Standing up, he looked into her drooping eyes and pressed his hand between her thighs. Her cream coated his fingers as he slid them through her slit.
