If orgies were her thing, he didnt care #TeaserTuesday


Tuesday won't be complete without a teaser. This one is from Riding Rebel. Tony Essien is in a category of his own. He might be a bad boy but he's still an Essien at heart. Enjoy the #TeaserTuesday ❤️


"You are hugging the best looking girl at the party all to yourself, Kris." Despite the man being probably double his age, Petersen has insisted Tony address him as Kris the first time they'd met at his restaurant. The guy didn't seem hung up on deferential monikers. "Ah, Tony. We were just talking about you." Kris’s lips curled into a broad smile as he looked from Tony to Rita. "She is beautiful, isn't she?" "Very," Tony replied, his gaze intent on Rita as she glared at him for a heartbeat and then lowered her gaze. He should ask what they'd been saying about him. Still, he didn't care. He wanted Rita. "I'm going to have to steal her away—" he paused so his words would sink in and added, "—for a few moments." "Is that so?" Kris asked, but he didn't sound offended for a man who'd just been told his girlfriend was going to be taken by another man. "There's no need to steal, Tony. She's just been telling me you invited her to auditions and..." his shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I like you very much. So I'll gladly share her with you. Just take care of her." "What? I don't want to go with him," Rita pleaded in a low voice. "You'll be alright, my dear. Tony will take care of you, won't you?" Kris took Rita's hand and passed it over to Tony. "Of course, I will," he replied. Something about the way Petersen had passed Rita off so easily rankled. He'd heard stories about Petersen's sex parties. Two of the girls that worked at Reams had been talking about attending it once. Apparently, Petersen wasn't averse to sharing his women. So nothing new with sharing Rita. Tony's nose flared, and he glared at Rita, who only returned the glare as he grabbed her hand and strode out of the ballroom. If Rita belonged to him, he would be punching any man who dared to try to steal her. Then again, why should he care? She didn't belong to him, and he wasn't about to claim her for more than the night. If orgies were her thing, he didn't care. Dammit. His grip on her arm tightened, and he increased his pace as they headed across the polished marble floor of the lobby to the lifts. She stumbled. He swivelled, grasped her shoulder, and pulled her to him to save her from falling over. He'd forgotten she was tottering on sky-high-heeled shoes. He shouldn’t be such a bastard no matter how pissed off he was at the situation. His panting breath mingled with hers, their faces only an inch apart. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," she whispered in a breathy voice, surprisingly subdued. The urge to kiss her rose, watering his mouth. They stood in the middle of a busy lobby with prying eyes and mobile phone cameras. Tomorrow, their pictures would be splashed all over the Internet. It never bothered him when that happened. However, Rita's artless demeanour indicated she wasn't used to the limelight. Something in him wanted to shield her from the exposure. So he tamped down his desire and tilted her head up, so she had to look into his eyes. Her soft, smooth skin felt warm, and her beautiful brown irises met his hesitantly. "I'm going to call the lift and go up to my room. It's your choice if you want to come up or not." "What..." She sucked in a breath as if gathering strength to say what she needed. "What do you want from me?" "I want to fuck you," he said in a low voice meant for her ears only. Her lips parted; her breath hitched. The pulse on her neck thundered, and her throat rippled as she swallowed. But she didn't back away, and her saucer-wide eyes turned molten brown with lust. There. He had his answer. She wanted him. Would she let him fuck her? Because that's what it would be. In his world, sex was about fucking. Wild, animalistic, unrestrained rutting. He would see to her pleasure again and again. Still, it wouldn’t be sweet, and it wouldn’t be loving. A lift opened and a man stepped out. Tony released her and walked into the cabin. Turning, he faced her. Enough game playing. She had to come to him of her volition. She stood there looking sexy as sin as she bit her bottom lip and her forehead puckered in a frown as if she wondered why he'd left her in the lobby. "I'm not going to drag you in here, if that’s what you were expecting." His fingers itched to do it, however. He didn't want to contemplate that she would turn around and walk away. He had to give her the opportunity. "You have to walk into this lift yourself if you want me."

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