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Series: Dirty Duet #2
Published by: Self Published
on September 11, 2017
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I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret.
It’s dirty and filthy and rich – as dirty and filthy and rich as he is – and it haunts me as much as he ever did.
Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride.
Yet I’m willing to try.
He doesn’t know this yet, but this time I’m the one with the power. And maybe – just maybe – if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us.
And this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all.
This was the extent of my vocabulary while reading DIRTY FILTHY RICH LOVE by Laurelin Paige…
“SON OF A BITCH!” “BASTARD!” “HOLY SHIT!” “OH, NO HE DIDN’T!” “WHAT THE HELL?!” “THANK FUCK!”
There were probably even more expletives coming out of my mouth without me knowing it, but DAMN that book was FUCKING FANTASTIC! Well played Ms. Paige…well FUCKING played!
“You hold the cards right now, Sabrina. But don’t begin to think I’ve forgotten who’s in charge.”
A man who has always loved from afar…his secrets revealed and yet, the woman he loves does not run. My God, these characters were unbelievable – some of her BEST CHARACTERS to date! I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t get this story out of my head. Brilliant words. Incredible storytelling. Ms. Paige always steps up her game with every single new release she grants us with. DIRTY FILTHY RICH LOVE was a seductive masterpiece! This is the kind of romance that puts goosebumps on your skin, a huge smile on your face, and definite imprint on your heart. Sabrina and Donovan, an unlikely match, but their pairing was spectacular, their chemistry was fiery, and their love…undeniable.
“I’d just invited the devil out to play.”
Laurelin Paige brings us quite a love story. She brings us a unique and volatile romance full of passion, fire, and heart. This explores the different facets of love and only until you reach the very end, will you discover the kind of love that Sabrina and Donovan truly shared. This is the type of love story that will stick with you long after you finish. It will make you think, make you shiver, make you blush. It will make you FEEL EVERYTHING and it will make you CRAVE the happily ever after that these two so desperately deserve. If you haven’t started this series yet, I urge you to drop whatever you’re doing and take this provocative journey with Donovan, Sabrina and the rest of these amazing characters!
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He took another step toward me, and I started to step back, but there was a counter behind me, so I had to stay put. And maybe I wanted to stay put. He was only a foot and a half away from me now.
“But I haven’t lied to you, Sabrina.” His gaze never left mine. “And I’m not lying when I say I don’t give a fuck about anybody else’s cunt but yours.”
We stood there, not touching, not speaking, each of us standing our ground. But I had no basis to keep my position, and it felt like he’d won so much already.
I couldn’t back down.
“Prove it,” I said.
His expression flared, his eyes growing dark and mean, and I realized what I’d done. Donovan wasn’t one to be provoked.
I’d just invited the devil out to play.
“Unzip your skirt and put your hands on the counter behind you.”
My heart hammered and my belly twisted. My panties were embarrassingly drenched all of a sudden, and I wanted him. But I stood completely still. “I didn’t—”
He cut me off. “No talking and unzip your skirt.”
My mouth slammed shut, but I still didn’t move. If I moved, I’d be asking for this. But if I talked, I’d be telling him to stop.
And I didn’t want this to stop.
I just didn’t want to ask for it because I was stubborn and stupid for wanting him in the first place.
But he would give it to me without the words, without my obedience. Because he knew me. He knew what I needed.
With his eyes never leaving mine, he found the zipper at the side of my waist and pulled it down. After that, the skirt was loose enough that all he had to do was tug it once and it fell easily to my feet. He nudged his knee against my inner leg, and automatically I stepped that foot out of the pool of material on the floor, widening my stance.
He gave a nod of praise, sending a jolt of warmth through my entire body.
Then he bent down in front of me.
Suddenly, breathing was harder than it should have been. My chest moved up and down, air passed through my mouth, but I couldn’t get enough of it to my lungs.
And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
The sight of him alone—Donovan Kincaid, one of the most powerful men in the world, down on his knees in his black Ermenegildo Zegna suit—it was overwhelming and erotic, and by the time he put his hand at the back of my knee, I was already trembling.