TITLE : DIRTY BAD WRONG
AUTHOR : JADE WEST
GENRE ; BDSM , EROTICA ,ROMANCE
They call him Masque.
I call him God.
The man I want to consume me, own me,
break me and corrupt me.
Yet I've never seen his face.
His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and
dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the
chimera - one body, two very different halves.
He plays hard.
He plays rough.
He has no limits.
He's so fucking dirty bad wrong.
But I love him for it.
***
Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group.
But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be.
For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before...
And she wants Masque to give it to her.
**Warning - this novel contains graphic sex, and hardcore elements of BDSM. There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive.
If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.***
The
chains above rattle as I jerk in my bonds. My legs quiver, knees trembling,
adrenaline pumping.
He
circles me. I feel his footfalls. Heavy, purposeful. I can smell him, too. He
smells of sex, and sweat, and musk. He smells of sin.
He
smells so damn dirty bad wrong.
The
tap, tap, tap of the cane against my thighs, so gently. I take a breath. The
cane comes to rest, pressing against my skin, and he’s at my side, his lips at
my ear.
“Steady,”
he breathes and his warm breath sends tingles down my neck. He trails a hand up
my ribs, and my body flinches. Fight or flight. In my chains I can do neither.
And I don’t want to.
I
want him to hurt me.
The
glowing heat between my legs gives testament to one simple truth. I want him...
the release he delivers through pain... the silky caress of the abyss beyond
fear. I want him to break me. I want him to own me. And then I want him to love
me.
I
hear my own ragged breathing, the incoherent murmurs coming from my mouth.
“Tell
me what you need, Lydia.” I gasp. His savage hand is on my breast. Gripping,
twisting, hurting. My nipples come alive, begging for punishment, and I roll
into his touch. It feels so fucking good.
Two
fingers hook inside, pushing in deep. I hear how wet I sound. He groans his
approval.
He
kicks my feet further apart, spreading me wide. I struggle to keep my balance,
but the cuffs pull tight against the chains, taking my weight. Another tap of
the cane on my stomach, harder this time, and then his fingers, teasing me
open, grazing my clit. Fuck. My words catch in my throat, but I force them out.
“Pain... I want pain...” I gasp again as his two fingers lift me onto my toes.
“I did not ask you what you wanted, I asked you what you needed.”
I’m
ready.
“Pain
… please, I need pain …” He kisses my neck, and I’m lost in him, swimming in
his darkness. “I’m going to hurt you now, Lydia Marsh. I’m going to mark you,
and break you, and own you... and then I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll
scream my name. Will I tell you what I need? I need to see you cry, Lydia.
You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry.”
I screw my eyes shut under the blindfold and
take a deep breath.
First let me say F$$K!!! This book is a complete crazy ass
ride! The warning at the beginning is definitely something to
consider...WOW! This book opened my eyes to things I have never read,
experienced or even dreamed. It's dirty, bad and oh so wrong.
Lydia Marsh is your average girl who’s had her life she knew
just pulled out from underneath her. Her boyfriend cheated on her and she
has nowhere to go. She's homeless...crying in her coffee one early
morning at work, CTO James Clarke stumbles upon her and is drawn to her
beautiful green eyes. She's confused about what she wants in a
relationship and out of life. The one thing she knows is she needs a change and
her life with her ex is not what she wants again. She wants more...but
what will it cost her?
James is complicated. He's very private, driven and never
ever mixes business and pleasure until he sees the beautiful Lydia Marsh crying
with those striking green eyes. His private life is not normal by any
means...it's shocking. He has a double persona...James Clarke and Masque.
Masque craves pain, loves seeing people break and Miss Marsh has become
the object of his fantasies. Will he cross the line?
Will Lydia figure out what she wants? Will she be open to new
experiences? Will James give in to his desires? Will he learn to
open his heart again?
I loved both James and Lydia. They both are testing each
other's boundaries and in the end your head will be spinning. The both
are broken in a sense and together they make one crazy screwed up whole.
The two of them together was intoxicating at times and I loved seeing the
whole thing unfold.
Honestly, there were a few scenes I was freaked out about, but
to each their own. This book is hot and it will have you squirming,
panting and maybe even wanting to join in.
"I want him to break me. I want him to hurt me.
I want him to own me and then I want him to love me. "
Jade West does a phenomenal job opening your eyes to the world
of BDSM. Not my typical read, but I have to say I enjoyed it thoroughly.
This was actually a wonderful story and it flowed nicely. It is
more than just sex, there is a story there. A story about pain and
pleasure, love, truth and finding one’s self. My eyes are definitely open
after reading this! Fabulous read! But be warned....
Review by Heather Driscoll
Jade
West is a contemporary erotic author from Warwick in the UK, due to release her
debut BDSM novel, Dirty Bad Wrong, in February 2015. Jade is a real life
submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting
people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. She has a healthy interest in
pornography, men in suits and taking 100 strokes with a cane 'Mood Pictures'
style.
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