Twisted Eros

Aria Skylar

Description

Kay’s life is about to get twisted.

Kay is everything: successful, smart, and savvy. As the rising star in the business world, there is nothing she can't do... except take a vacation. In desperation for a break, Kay lets her sisters book her an "abduction vacation" for an entire month, complete with a sexy, masked stranger whisking her away to a dark and secret world of rest and pleasures.

Only this stranger is more than he seems. He has his own agenda for capturing and compromising the illustrious business magnate. As he gives her the freedom to explore her kinky desires, he edges closer to fulfilling his dark agenda.

If he doesn't twist himself up into losing his own heart first…

Sujets

• Romance
• BD Erotique
• Romance érotique
• Erotic literature
• Erotica
• Vacation
• Twist
• Boss
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
• Date de parution: 19 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823200332
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Table o f Contents
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Book Club Questions
Acknow ledgements
A uthor Bio


Tw isted Eros


Modern Myth ica Book 1
Tw isted Eros
A ria Skylar



Twis ted Eros
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To my husband, who inspires all my heroes.



“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”
- Unknown


1
“Okay, how about h andcuffs?”
Kay made a face that she was grateful her sister couldn’t see. “No!” she shouted, so she could be heard in the next room.
“Leathe r straps?”
“No!”
“S ilk ties!”
“Forget it, Grace.” Kay stared at the mountain of clothes on her bed, a monument to female business chic in sensible grays, blues, and beige. Not one article exclaim ed “sexy.”
“The point of this is to try somet hing new.”
“The point is: it’s my vacation. If I have no choice about having to take one, then I will choose how I spend it. I know what I like.” Kay shoved the mountain onto the floor. “At least I used to,” she muttered t o herself.
“It was my idea.”
“Ideas are a dime a dozen withou t action.”
“Yes, Mom ,” Grace said dryly, which was funny because Kay was the youngest of he r sisters.
“Well, Mom had some good sayings,” Kay admitted, doing her duty to their deceased matriarch. She set the overly full shopping bag she had her assistant run over onto the newly cleared bed. There had to be something “sexy” in there she could live with. She pulled out the items from the bag, hangers and all, and transferred them to the bar in h er closet.
“So … no tying up of any type?”
“Again, not interested and not the point .” She selected the first piece of lingerie and tried it on. “It just sounds like it would hurt. You know, with the friction.”
“ Ball gag?”
“Now you’re just messing with me.” Kay sighed as she adjusted the final strap on the outfit and slipped the accompanying black sheer wrap around her shoulders. She looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling lengt h mirror.
“I swear to God, it’s on here,” Grace said, her voice getting louder as she came into the bedroom. She paused in the doorway, packet of forms in-hand, tapping a blank space on the form with the end of her pen. Kay turned so that Grace could get a good look at the full-length black lingerie slip, complete with knee socks and garters. “That lo oks nice.”
Kay twirled, enjoying the feel of the silky barely-there fabric on her skin. But when she took a second look at her shorter, curvy body reflected in t he mirror…
“Eh, I’m having second thoughts.”
Immediately, she ducked back into her walk-in closet to try on the next lingerie set. Her assistant had basically brought her this season’s new line and she only had time to try on h alf of it.
Instead of going back out into the living room, Grace settled on Kay’s bed. “So, no to ball gag?”
“No to ball gag,” Kay agreed, sliding her closet door partly closed. She decided to try on the purple one next.
“That leaves just blindfolding.” She heard Grace ruffling through the thick packet. “What a waste of paper!”
Kay rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe they ask so many questions. I’ve done real estate deals with less p aperwork.”
“Yeah,” Grace said thou ghtfully.
“What else?” Kay prompted.
“Wait, wait a sec.” Grace we nt silent.
Kay tried—and failed—to check her impatience. It wasn’t that she couldn’t change in front of her sister, but this was more about mentally preparing herself than anything else. She hated not being able to see her. That was usually when bad things happened. “Grace? What are y ou doing?”
“Reading.”
Suddenly, Kay realized what that meant. “Don’t read it!”
Wiggling her hips, Kay wrenched the equally sheer fabric of the purple set to cover her into decency before she bolted from the closet. She attempted to snatch the papers back from her intrusive sister. Grace laughed. With a toss of her curly, beautiful mane of dark hair, she dashed back into the living room. Kay, being much shorter of leg than her ballerina-built sister who could have also played basketball, could not catch up as the chase took them all the way to opposite sides of her cream-colored lounger and matchi ng chairs.
“Oh, you’re kidding me!” Grace crowed. “‘Tall, dark hair, muscular, must wear mask at al l times?’”
“Grace!” Kay dove around the right of the sofa. Grace had the audacity to let her catch up, only to hold the packet high over her head and clearly out of reach of the much shorte r sister.
“Tell me: why the mask?” Gr ace dared.
Kay immediately tired of the childish game, crossing her arms over her chest. She nailed her sister with her most authoritative imitation of their mother. “Give that back t o me now!”
Grace made a prissy face, fanning herself with the papers like a Southern belle. “I believe I asked Madame Chairwoman a question.”
Kay sighed. “I don’t want this getting personal.”
“That’s obvious.” Grace fluttered her eyelashes over the top of her make shift fan.
Kay could not believe she was being forced to admit this. “It’s a fantasy of mine and it’s none of your business.”
Grace’s eyebrows rose and she flipped open the packet to the offending passage. “Mask, blindfolds. What exactly are you into? Does he have to play the pipe organ too while he’s plugging your pipe?” She said the last bit while thrusting her hips sug gestively.
“Fine. Forget it. I’m not going. I have too much work to do anyway.” Kay turned to retreat back into the safety of he r bedroom.
“Oh! No. I’m sorry. Here, I’ll stop, see? Kay. Kay , come on.”
Grace attempted to step in front of her sister, but the younger woman flitted around her, keeping her nose firmly up in the air. Undeterred, Grace fol lowed her.
Just as she crossed the threshold, Kay wheeled around to grab the door. “Don’t come in here. I’m changi ng again.”
“Oh my God, Kay. I’m your sister. We used to take baths together,” she whined through the door. “You’re taking this too s eriously.”
Kay sighed. Relenting, she opened the door before pulling the rest of the purple ensemble from the closet. “It’s not that. I wasn’t entirely sold on this ide a anyway.”
“The BDSM?” Grace asked, plopping down on the white bedspread as if she owned the place.
Kay halfheartedly shrugged. “No, that sounds interesting. The vacation. With the London deal and everything...” Kay glared at the lingerie and all the bad ideas they represented. “Let’s just call it off. I mean, I’ve got too mu ch to do.”
Grace laid the packet out on the bed, pulling the pen out of her hair. “No. Kay. You have to. You have to do this.”
“Technically, I don’t,” Kay pointed out, deciding to forgo the purple one and go for the white nightgow n instead.
Her sister snorted. “Technically, you do. You have to take a month-long vacation. When Clio and I talked to you about it—”
“When you assaulted me,” Kay cut in, hanging the purple one up properly.
“It was for your own good,” Grace repli ed airily.
“So, you staged an intervention?” Kay’s question would have been more cutting if she hadn’t pulled the cool white fabric over her head, muffling her words.
“You need more than two people for an inte rvention.”
Kay shook her head. “The whole office was watching. I was mortified.” She liked this nightgown, with its diaphanous bodice that hugged her satisfyingly ample bosoms and puddled to the floor in a pleat of creamy fabric. Elegant an d sensual.
“Well, you never go home!” Grace exclaimed with clear and present exasperation. “If Clio hadn’t told me you had a sleeper bed installed in your office...”
“I don’t know which sister is more treacherous: you or Clio,” Kay said as she exited t he closet.
“Oh! Oh, now that lo oks nice .”
Immediately, Kay had second thoughts. “You don’t think it’s too Disney Princess?”
Grace shook her head emphatically. “No, it’s pretty . I’d w ear that.”
“You think he’ll like it?”
That got her a raised eyebro w. “What?”
“What?” Kay asked a little de fensively.
“That’s a strange question. Are you asking if the man-whore we got you is going to like your naught y outfit?”
Kay threw up her hands . “Grace!”
That earned her a sigh and a pitying shake of the head. “Oh, Kay. Mom really messed you up when it comes to relationships. Seriously, he is paid to like you. If you want to wear sweatpants and eat in bed, he’s still going to like you. You’re not responsible for getting him to like you—that is the point. This is about you—doing the things that make you happy.” Grace set a hand on Kay