Melodies of Love #2
An interracial romance
Once upon a time…
Two lovers, separated by circumstances, meet again. One wants a reunion, the other wants revenge.
La Belle Bête (The Beautiful Beast)
Music star turned hermit, Camilla Walker, uses her money to hide after a brutal attack left her face scarred. Now the only time she feels whole and in control is when she flogs willing, submissive men at Domme parties.
For Lucas Brooks, working in his family’s diner is not enough to fill the long hours. He’s ready to slay the dragon keeping him from his happily ever after. When Camilla contacts him out of the blue, he's prepared to do whatever it takes to win her back, including being her submissive for two weeks to keep his family's business running.
In the war between love and revenge, who will come out on top?
Femdom, BDSM
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Camilla pressed her lips together to keep herself from remarking on Mari's sugary disrespect of her espresso. Besides that, she hated having them referred to as scars, even though it was reality. She raised her fingers to her face and touched the mask. "It's more than a few scars. It's one fourth of my face."
Perhaps sensing her daughter's imminent tears, Mari patted her hand. "Darling, please don't dwell. You're beautiful, still beautiful. Lucas won't be able resist you. Don't you understand your power? You give him what he wants, what he needs most." She squeezed her hand, then picked up her cup again. "Most of the overseas girls looked at him and saw a big, strong, American. They wanted to serve him. They didn't realize all he wanted to do was be on his knees." She nibbled a corner of her pastry. "And you have him all to yourself for ten days?"
"Two weeks."
READ MOREThe side of Mari's mouth went up in a half-smile. "He'll beg to eat out of your hand the second night and lick the diamond between your thighs on the third." She winked. "I bet he still has the collar you purchased for him."
Camilla blushed. Mari was really too much. "Maman, please!" She tried to sound indignant, but she hoped her mother was right.
"I'm serious, Cam!" Mari extended a slim hand. "Ten thousand dollars says I'm right."
"Five thousand."
"Oh, pshaw, Camilla. Live a little. I know for a fact you make as much in interest in a week." Her mother's dark brown spiral curls bobbed as she nodded. "I raised a very smart woman."
Camilla flushed from the compliment and shook her mother's hand. "Ten thousand, then."
"All joking aside, darling." Her mother leaned forward. "He wouldn't come if he weren't interested."
Lifting her cup to her mouth, Camilla shrugged. "I hold the deed to his family's diner. Of course he's going to come."
Mari shook her head. "A man's pride is at stake. If he didn't wish to be in your service, he'd sell a limb." She tore off a small portion of her croissant and popped in into her mouth. "He's coming back for you."
"Oh, Maman." The threat of tears stung her eyes for the second time in an hour. "I wish I could be as sure as you are."
"Mark my words. He wants to come back." Mari eyed her daughter. "But you can't make it easy for him. I know how soft-hearted you are, Cammie. Make him earn it. On his knees."
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