Sinful Desires Vol. 4
How could I have been so stupid? Anastascia had told me that Brock was bad news but I’d never dreamed what he was capable of. First Reed, then Brock. Was my taste in men really that awful?
When Piper Black finds out the truth about her first encounter with her boyfriend Brock Michaels, she’s devastated, but things only get worse when a familiar face shows up at the wrong moment.
With her life in shambles, Piper is given the opportunity for a new start… back in Philadelphia. Will her luck change if she moves back? And what will it mean being in the same city as the one man who’s never left her mind?
In this penultimate installment of M.S. Parker’s sizzling Sinful series, the intrigue is hot, but the passion is even hotter.
I was pulled right into this story.
-Renee Entress, Amazon.com
Awesome love srory. I love the suspense of whats next.
You do not want to miss this series!
-Heather Armstrong, Amazon.co.uk
“She wasn’t like the other one, willing to fuck for some extra cash, so I gave her some incentive by way of a roofie in her water.” He paused, then added, “Bitch never knew what hit her.”
I couldn’t breathe. My chest was tight, the pressure on it nearly unbearable, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I wanted to move, but I was frozen to the spot, forced to listen as my boyfriend continued.
“Still has no clue that the guy she’s been fucking drugged her. Dumb cunt actually believed the story that she was pass-out drunk.”
The memory hit me. When I’d woken in Reed’s room, he’d said that I’d been drunk and had passed out. I hadn’t really questioned it though. I’d been too flustered by being in Reed’s bed.
The anger that flared inside me, hot and bright, burned away my paralysis and I stormed out of the bathroom, crossing into to the main room but froze when I saw Julien land a solid right hook to Brock’s jaw. Brock dropped to his knees.
“You fucking bastard!” I heard Julien say but I barely registered the words. I could feel tears in my eyes and pushed them back. I didn’t want Brock to think I was crying over him. I was crying because I was furious.