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Authors: Lili Valente

Controlling Her Pleasure

Table of Contents

Title Page

All Rights Reserved

Dedication

ABOUT THE BOOK

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

Acknowledgements

About the Author

COMMANDING HER TRUST

 

 

 

 

CONTROLLING HER PLEASURE

Under His Command Trilogy: Part One

By Lili Valente

All Rights Reserved

 

Copyright
Controlling Her Pleasure
© 2015 Lili Valente

 

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. This erotic romance is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. This ebook is licensed for your personal use only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with, especially if you enjoy hot, sexy, emotional novels featuring Dominant alpha males. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work. This book was previously published as Skin Deep by Anna J. Evans in 2009. It has been extensively revised and reworked before being re-released in serial romance format. Cover design by Violet Duke. Editorial services provided by Leone Editorial.

 

 

Dedicated to my D.O.M. who knows what that stands for.

Thank you for helping proof this novel, even though you

worried it might give you a heart attack.

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

 

Controlling Her Pleasure

Under His Command Book 1

 

*
Warning:
This book features a big, tattooed, Dominant alpha male—give him your trust and he’ll command your pleasure. All. Night. Long.*

 

Blake Roberts has everything he’s ever wanted—fame, money, and ownership of the hottest chain of tattoo parlors in the country. But he’s haunted by his first love, the matching tattoo they share a constant reminder of who he was before he learned how to control his emotions, his desire, and a woman’s pleasure.

 

He needs to purge her from his heart, and he’ll do whatever it takes to be free.

 

Erin Perry’s been burned by love and she’s not ready to put her body under a man’s control, let alone her heart. But then Blake shows up, the only man she ever truly loved. Blake is ruthlessly handsome, and seething commanding energy that has her aching to submit.

 

To be pleasured, tamed, owned, and put under His control.

 

Cliffhanger Alert:
This steamy read ends in a cliffhanger. If you don't like being teased, steer clear. The entire UNDER HIS COMMAND series, Erin and Blake's complete love story, will publish in February and March of 2015.

 

 

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

Erin

 

She was nearly naked again, wearing nothing but tiny black panties, and his hands were everywhere but where she needed them to be. Calloused fingertips traced the column of her spine down to the small of her back, deliberately avoiding the aching place between her legs as he gripped her thighs and pulled them apart.

Wide.

Wider.

Strong hands circled her ankles with a careless ownership that made a soft moan escape her lips.

“See there, Erin. Aren’t you glad I caught you in time?” His voice was as rough as the rope he used to secure first one ankle and then the other to the bedpost behind her. As he worked, Erin could feel her mind softening, sinking into a pool of cool, clear water even as her body caught fire.

Descending into submissive space, into that place in her mind where nothing mattered but one man and what he would command her to do, had always reminded Erin of floating. Drifting into a delicious dream where pleasure and pain fused together, where mind and body finally made peace with one another.

Where her consciousness focused to a knifepoint and she finally felt completely alive.

Subbing was a better high than any drug and three times as addictive. It was like flying without any fear of the fall. At least not any fear until it was all over and it was too late to take back the parts of herself she’d given away.

“Tell me, Erin.” He’d finished with her ankles and was now hovering above her prone form, braced on the hands he’d placed at either side of her shoulders. He was close enough that she could feel his heat but not the comforting weight of his body and it was pure hell not to squirm beneath him, silently begging for what she craved.

His breath was warm against the back of her neck, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin as he spoke. “Tell me what you want.”

Erin shivered, but not because of the cold. She’d grown accustomed to the chill in the cabin. Too bad she couldn’t grow accustomed to what this man did to her or control her body’s instinctive response to the Dominant he’d become.

Of course, even if he hadn’t grown into just the kind of man her twisted libido craved like an addict craves a fix, just the fact that he was Blake would have been enough. The familiar smell of his skin made her wetter than she’d been in years, the feel of his large hands moving to her wrists had her nipples drawn into tight, aching points, and the way he said “want” was nearly enough to make her come. Right then, without as much as a fingertip between her legs.

And he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

The bastard.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, the defiant words kicking her arousal into overdrive.

Unfortunately for her, the only thing more arousing than being obedient was being defiant. So she didn’t fight him as he checked the cuffs securing her to the headboard.

Fighting only fueled the fire.

“No more fucking,” he said, the surety in his voice underscored by the buzzing of the tattoo machine beside the bed. “No more distractions. We’re going to finish this, sweetness. Right now.”

Erin’s pulse pounded unhealthily in her ears and a cold sweat broke out between her shoulder blades as she realized a needle could be only a few inches away from her skin. It was sick, but even as her nerve endings sizzled with fear, her panties grew wetter.

“Tell me what you want, Erin,” he said, his deep voice vibrating through the cool air. “This is your last chance.”

But she didn’t say a word. She only pressed her face into the cool quilt and waited for the familiar sting.

Waited for Blake to mark her flesh the way he’d already marked her heart.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

Twenty-four hours earlier

Blake

 

Did it still count as a kidnapping if she went with him willingly?

What if she wanted out of the car once she realized they weren’t stopping inside the Los Angeles city limits? If he refused to stop, would that decision automatically make him a felon?

Blake didn’t know. But he knew that, even at sixteen, Erin hadn’t been easily intimidated. He couldn’t imagine her sitting quietly beside him as he headed off into the middle of Bumfuck mountain country. No matter how physically intimidating most of the population found Giant Blake Roberts of
Vegas Ink
, Erin would remember good old Blake from when they were kids. Back when he’d been a six-foot-two-inch beanpole with elbows bigger than his biceps who’d had his ass handed to him by their foster father on a weekly basis.

Erin would call his bluff. She would try to run, and if he didn’t want her leaping out of a moving vehicle to gain her freedom, he’d have to use the rope he’d packed in his trunk. Because she would do something like that. She’d always been wild, and from what he’d observed in the bar earlier tonight, she’d only gotten crazier with age.

Not that he was in a position to throw stones.

What he was planning was more than crazy. It was stupid, criminal, and could ruin the life he’d worked so hard to build. If he knew what was good for him, he’d start up his car and get the hell out of here right now.

Do not pass go, do not kidnap the only girl he’d ever loved, do not collect multiple felony charges.

“This is crazy. You realize that, right?” His best friend and business partner, Rafe, echoed Blake’s thoughts before taking a long pull on his flask. There was whiskey in there tonight, but Blake had decided to stick with a Coke while they staked out the staff parking lot of the bar from his car. No need to risk a DUI as well as abduction charges.

“You haven’t seen her in how long?” Rafe asked. “Six years?”

“Eight.”

Rafe exhaled, long and slow. “And she didn’t respond to any of your letters?”

His teeth ground together. “Nope.” Not with words anyway. Instead, she had ripped every letter into tiny pieces and mailed them back to his address in Vegas. She
had
responded, just not in a way that made him think she would be accommodating to what he wanted from her. What he
needed
from her whether she was willing to give it or not.

Blake wasn’t usually the type to take what he needed without permission, but for Erin, the girl who had broken his heart into a thousand razor-sharp pieces, he would make an exception.

Rafe grunted and took another swig from his flask. “But you still think it’s a good idea to show up where she works and ask her to go away for a long weekend so you can work on her tat?”

Blake nodded. “Yep.”

His friend laughed as he clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ve lost it, man.”

If he only knew…

But Blake hadn’t told Rafe his real plans. No need to make his best friend an accessory to a felony and ruin two lives instead of one.

“Who knows? She might enjoy a little vacation,” Blake said, not believing the words even as he spoke them. “Or maybe I’ll be able to change her mind about the money. Fifteen grand isn’t chump change and she must need cash. Why else would she be working here?”

“Maybe she’s slumming.” Rafe shrugged as his dark eyes scanned the parking lot of the bar where they’d finally found Erin.

It wasn’t in a bad part of the greater Los Angeles area, but it was the raunchiest place still serving drinks in Pasadena. Most of the town had been converted into one big outdoor mall, purely PG stuff, but The Elbow Room had managed to stay open. Probably because it was the one place in the sleepy suburb where a man could still see some skin while he slammed back a few beers.

The oversize bar doubled as a stage for drunk college girls, looking to add their bras to the collection hanging from the ceiling, and the bartenders were scantily clad ex-porn stars from the Valley. They took turns dancing on the bar on nights when the coeds were hitting the books instead of the bars.

Except Erin. She wasn’t part of the porn scene. She was a lingerie model for the biggest fetish store in Los Angeles.

Or had been at one time. Blake hadn’t seen any new pictures of the stunning natural blonde with the big hazel eyes for nearly two years. Not that he was a glutton for punishment, who checked the Damned Naughty Lingerie
website on a weekly basis…

God, what was he doing here? Obsessing over Erin’s picture on a website or writing her letters was one thing. But tracking her down in person with the intention of forcing her to take a trip up to the San Bernardino Mountains with him was certifiably insane.

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