Rachel Leigh is joining us today for the blog tour of her new dark romance, HEATHEN! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
I’ve done very bad things.
I’m not a good man.
There’s skeletons in my closet
And blood on my hands.
I should be reaching for that sliver of light.
But deep in the darkness lies the loyalty of my friends. Along with the secrets we’ve buried.
It’s become comfortable and safe and all I really know.
It’s all that I deserve.
Yet, there’s someone who thinks I’m worthy of conviction.
She’s the solemn in this chaotic world.
Frail and pale as snow with a cross around her neck.
She’s nothing I want, but everything I desire.
But she has secrets, too.
And keeping hers safe means I’m forced to expose mine.
She could be my chance at redemption.
Or she could be my biggest mistake of all.
“Take my hand,
I’ll show you the way.
There’s light in the dark.
I’ll keep your demons at bay.”
*Heathen is not a stand-alone and the series must be read in order. Start the series with Striker, A Dark Bully Romance. Trigger warning: This book contains dark subject matters that may be uncomfortable for some readers.*
I’m pathetic because I’ll probably never stop loving him. Even years from now when I see his engagement announcement in the paper with some girl who comes from the same side of the tracks, I’ll still love him.
My hand slides down my chest to my stomach, pulling my shirt up, I continue to caress myself, sliding my hand down my shorts. After so long of being at the mercy of another man, it’s enlightening to have control over myself. Being able to do what I want, when I want. No pressure. No tears. No force. I’m in control of my body, and my future.
A vivid picture of Lars paints itself in the forefront of my mind. Beads of water rolling down his rigid, bare chest. His engorged cock digging into my hip while his strong hands touch me.
My eyes close as I bite my lip and rub circles around my throbbing clit. God, how I wish it was Lars touching me like this. The stubble of his chin grating against me while his tongue slides in and out, licking up my arousal. My fingers locked in his hair as I ride his face.
I dip two fingers inside of me and use my other hand to rub violently against my clit. Bucking my hips up with my eyes pinched shut, I pretend he’s here. Releasing a short-winded moan, I push my fingers in deeper, but the angle makes it hard to get what I really want out of this. I want him inside of me. His full girth filling me up while I come around his cock. I wanna make him come with my tight pussy just to have the satisfaction of knowing that I gave him the orgasm. One he’ll never forget.
Feeling myself get wetter by the second, I move faster and push my fingers in as far as I can, while my husky breaths become labored and unfulfilled.
The door swings open and I quickly pull my hand out of my pants. “Lars,” I spit out as I straighten my shirt and sit up. My cheeks flush and humiliation takes over my entire body. This can’t be happening right now.
“What are you doing?” He smirks. A devious one that has my stomach twisting in knots.
He knows. He doesn’t even have to say it. The look on his face says it all. Not to mention his instant hard-on. Unless…unless he was out there listening this entire time. Oh my god! My feet hit the floor and I bolt toward the bathroom, fighting to avoid eye contact. “Just getting up to go to the bathroom.”
He grabs a hold of my arm and stops me. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Willa.”
Oh my god, he does know.
But there is no way I’ll admit it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My eyes are locked on the bathroom door; I need to get in there before my jelly legs give out and I make an even bigger fool of myself.
Pulling me close, his lips trail down my neck as goosebumps cascade down my back. Slow and steady until they cover every inch of my body. “I told you before, I think it’s sexy as hell.”
Feeling my cheeks heat like a raging fire, my embarrassment is front and center for him to see.
Lars takes both of my hands and locks them behind my back as we mirror one another. He presses his mouth to my collarbone and sucks the skin between his teeth. “If you need a hand, I’m happy to help.”
About the Author
Rachel Leigh resides in West Michigan with her husband, three kids, and a couple fur babies.
Rachel lives in leggings, overuses emojis, and survives on books and coffee. Writing is her passion. Her goal is to brighten at least one person’s day with the worlds she creates between the pages of her books.