Title: Indecent Cravings: Part Two
Series: Indecent Cravings #2
Author: S.K. Cross
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 30, 2015
Abigail's fun and dirty conversion to her sexy alter-ego Jayd continues in Part Two of the hot new steamy series INDECENT CRAVINGS
WARNING: This is NOT a story for prudes.
Abigail settles into her new life in Miami with a restaurant job on the beach, all the while keeping an eye out for the mysterious Lukas Thorn.
When a rich old woman invites her to a decadent party and makes a generous offer, Abigail is swept into a hot and filthy world of kinky fun. Soon she finds herself under the tutelage of the "Director", competing against two other girls to gain admission to Lukas Thorn's submission school.
Sparks fly, passions grow, and dark glimpses into Lukas Thorn's tortured soul are revealed as Abigail tries to get a foothold into his world of joyous debauchery.
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE FOLLOWING OFFENDS YOU: Dirty talk, floggers, riding crops, anal sex, strap-on dildos, heavy ropes, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, tongues in places they probably shouldn't go, sensory deprivation, public humiliation, girl-on-girl, girl-on-guy, guy-on-two-girls, two-girls-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-guy, tease and denial contests, dominatrixes, and sex swings...all consensual and in the spirit of fun and personal growth. (Not all of these appear in this book but will be explored over the course of the series... and more!)
You have been warned.
THEMES EXPLORED: Overcoming personal challenges, discovering one's purpose in life, inspiring people to live their own lives on their own terms, and refusing to allow others to control how you think.
Mature content. 18+ ONLY. Book 2 of a multiple-part continuing series.
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A shadow blocks some of the light behind me. I turn.
I’m glad I had some of that drink, because I nearly have a heart attack at the sight of Lukas Thorn.
Everything disappears. The sunset, the cavernous apartment, the low hum of the conversations, the music. My entire world centers on the man I’ve been trying to find for two weeks.
And not just here, but standing directly in front of me again.
I try not to squeal in delight.
If I thought he was a god among men before, I’m only more convinced now.
He’s in a black flowing shirt, one of many flowing shirts in his collection apparently. Taut thick chest muscles press it outward anyway, sinewy neck muscles leading to broad shoulders. Broader than before. Like he had some added on since the last time I saw him.
But no, that’s ridiculous. I’m just seeing them from a new angle. So close. So close I could almost stick my tongue out and . . .
“Jayden Raye, Jayd for short,” says Lorena, “I’d like you to meet Director Lukas Thorn. Oh, but that’s right. I forgot. You two have already met. I believe Lukas saved your life at Bogart that night a couple of weeks ago.”
I’m not sure if it’s just me or if it’s both Lukas and me, but we just stare at each other. He wears a half-smile, the perfect stubble still in place over the tanned skin and flawless square chin that burned itself into my memory on the plane here.
His hair is especially “just-fucked” tonight, waves of brownish-black darkness with those delightful wispy ends that I just want to bite.
His expression is relaxed but incredulous as he stares into me, his sapphire eyes searing a sensuous pathway into my soul. He looks at me like he knows me, like he’s known me for a thousand years.
Yeah, glad I waited. Fuck Karissa and Jaxon. Fuck Javier. Fuck those shitheads who hit on me. This is what I want! This man right here! Wherever he is, I’m home.
“What the fuck, Lorena?” says Lukas Thorn, not breaking his stare into my eyes.
His words knock me out of my spell. I turn to look at Lorena’s shocked expression.
“Excuse me?” she says.
“This is a joke, Lorena. What are you up to?”
She folds her arms and throws him an evil questioning stare. “I don’t like your tone, Lukas.” Her voice has gone three octaves lower than usual.
He chuckles, then returns his gaze to me. He looks me up and down like he’s buying a horse.
“No thanks, Lorena,” he says as he turns to walk away. “I’m not going to fall for it again.”
At that, he turns and drifts across the room. Everyone notices him, like he’s the center of all magnetism in the universe.
I’m frozen in place, unable to move. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
Did he just reject me like I think he just did? Like a piece of meat?
“Don’t let him get to you,” Lorena says. “It’s just his nature. He likes you.”
I take another sip of my drink, watching his broad shoulders under that muscular neck as he joins a group of well-dressed women at a tall round table on the other end of the balcony. He motions a naked attendant over. His is flawlessly blonde.
“He likes me?” I say. “That’s not how someone reacts when they like you. Wait, oh wait. Is it him? Is he the one you want to ‘sell’ me to?”
“No, of course not, dear. And there’s no selling. That’s an awful term. He’s just the director of my academy. It is very strange that he reacted that way. Wait, you don’t know him, do you? Did you meet him before the restaurant?”
My head spins. I don’t know how to answer. I don’t want to tell her about the plane. Apparently, she doesn’t know about it. The less people who know, the better.
Suddenly, my inner diva fires up inside. I never know when she’s going to show up. Yeah baby, hello! I down the rest of my drink . . . hoo-hah! . . . and place it on a nearby table.
“If you would excuse me for a moment, Lorena,” I say.
“Of course,” she says.
I march across the room toward that flowing untucked shirt and glistening hair. I plant myself behind him and to the left, making eye contact with the three bitches who are laughing at whatever he’s saying. My heart beats out of my chest as I wait.