TRUTH
BY TRILINA PUCCI
Truth by Trilina Pucci comes out October 30th! This is one of the most anticipated books this month alone and I have a saucy little excerpt release for you!
Truth, A Sinful Series, Book One
October 30th
Cover Reveal this Friday the 19th of October!!!
Add to your TBR’s on Goodreads-->
Excerpt
“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear, he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each before his shirt is completely opened. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow from beneath the shirt , and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist, walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem” bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get. I’ll give you my cock, but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you. Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression mirrors my own frustration.
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His words leave little room for debate.
“What? What's wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s lost his mind.
“It restricts access...” crossing his arms he grins, waiting for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.” He has lost his mind.
“We’re alone, and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club. Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me, but I take all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own private show. The more time I take, the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling this man up.
“You realize the longer you take, the harsher the punishment. I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”
“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle strap.
“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I'm so hot, I don't know which outcome I want more. His punishment or my victory.
“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
“Three.” Son-of-a-bitch.
“Two.” Struggling with the zipper, it finally comes loose, and I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.
“One.”
Make sure you stay tuned for more about this book and for the reveal on Friday morning!
Truth, A Sinful Series, Book One
October 30th
Cover Reveal this Friday the 19th of October!!!
Add to your TBR’s on Goodreads-->
Excerpt
“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear, he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each before his shirt is completely opened. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow from beneath the shirt , and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist, walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem” bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get. I’ll give you my cock, but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you. Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression mirrors my own frustration.
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His words leave little room for debate.
“What? What's wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s lost his mind.
“It restricts access...” crossing his arms he grins, waiting for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.” He has lost his mind.
“We’re alone, and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club. Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me, but I take all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own private show. The more time I take, the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling this man up.
“You realize the longer you take, the harsher the punishment. I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”
“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle strap.
“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I'm so hot, I don't know which outcome I want more. His punishment or my victory.
“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
“Three.” Son-of-a-bitch.
“Two.” Struggling with the zipper, it finally comes loose, and I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.
“One.”
Make sure you stay tuned for more about this book and for the reveal on Friday morning!
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