Title: Forced to Sin
Author: Brittani Mari
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 16th
About FORCED TO SIN:
Clint
Marino wasn’t the definition of a perfect catch. He was damaged, cruel…and
carried the reputation of being many people’s worst nightmare. So how had he
come into my life?
Simple.
I
was a job he needed to complete.
But
somewhere along the way, things became disjointed, confused. I found myself
holding onto him instead of running away.
Did
that make me naïve? More than likely. But after learning his weakness, I wanted
to fix it. Seeing the blatant pain he tried to hide, I had an overwhelming
desire to help.
I
soon became enthralled, addicted to his broken pieces, blind to the storm
headed our way.
When
it hit, its impact was devastating, leaving me gasping for air…
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I
stepped off the elevator and walked up to her door, raising my hand to knock,
but paused, slowly turning the knob instead. When it turned, I gradually pushed
the door open, giving the immediate area a thorough search before stepping
inside. She sat on the couch, feet tucked underneath her. The dress she wore to
the club no longer hugged her petite body. Instead, she wore thin leggings and
an oversized sweatshirt that fell off one of her shoulders.
Did she think changing
her clothes made her less attractive? Did she assume it would prevent me from
craving her? Erase the need to rip her clothes off and give her everything I
had to offer? My dick throbbed.
I
shook my head, trying to collect my thoughts. This meeting was strictly
professional. A job. It didn’t matter how tempting she was, the innocent vibes
she put off. How the thin fabric of the dress she wore at the club allowed me
to visualize every curve and dip of her body.
She
was reckless tonight. The Valerie I had studied a year before would have never
acted so carelessly. She was always hesitant to show her beauty, except when
she danced. Those moments were the ones that caused a beast like me to bow
before her.
Her
actions tonight had proven only one thing. She was hurting, confused.
Something
had changed in her.
Watching
her on the couch, she had the same look as in the photograph I had of her.
Lonely. Distant. Defeated.
She
looked up, her eyes meeting mine. No blink. No gasp. No typical reaction people
gave me when they knew my presence wasn’t necessarily welcome. She knew I had a
purpose.
“What do you
want?”
She sounded tired,
voicing the same question she had twice before. I paused. What did I
want?
I
stepped farther into the living room and rested my arm on the mantel of the
fireplace that warmed the small apartment I knew easily cost three grand a
month. Her daddy’s money reeked in every inch of the space. The term privileged
fit her perfectly. Was she aware of how her father earned the money that kept
his family so comfortable? I was pretty sure it was the reason Valerie’s file
had been thrown my way. Threatening what a person adored most was an old tactic
to get somebody to do what you wanted. It never failed.
“Do you know who I am,
Valerie?”
I
focused on the flames and retrieved her phone from my back pocket, carefully
placing it on the mantel, waiting. I could hear her swallow and shift on the
couch, but I didn’t look up.
“You saved me,” she
whispered. “If you wouldn’t have been out there, he would’ve…”
Her
words seemed to catch in her throat, proving she knew what was bound to happen,
making peace with it. What had made her give up?
“No one cared. Nobody
tried to stop him.”
My eyes shifted to hers,
catching the question in them. She was doubtful of my intentions, which gave me
relief. It let me know she saw my truth.
“Not every savior has
good intentions, Ms. Reid. Not every person who comes to your rescue wants to
help.”
Seemingly of my own
accord, my feet carried me over to the couch. I stopped, towering above her,
breathing like a starved man waiting to feast.
“Maybe they are saving
you for themselves. To punish. To break.”
She
sucked in a breath. But my proximity seemed to ignite arousal, not fear. She
scooted closer. Her body was in the perfect position for me to claim. I wanted
to mark her with my scent. Had the sickening desire to keep her locked away for
myself.
“Are you going to hurt
me?” Her voice was low, husky, as I crouched down in front of her, our faces
barely an inch apart. I was hard. She was willing. The only sound in the room
that of the crackling fire and our own breathing. In that instant, when my
calloused hands lightly caressed her thighs as I looked into her pale gray
eyes, I made my decision.
“Get some sleep. Ms.
Reid.”
I stood swiftly, making
my way to the door, the anger and need building inside me threatening to burst
through.
Without turning, I continued.
“And a word of advice… Always lock your door. You never know who might barge
in.”
About Brittani:
Brittani Marí is a writer and reader. Her friends call her
crazy, her family accepts her with all her flaws, and she makes sure to focus
all her energy into creating the most suspenseful, sexy novels she can. When
she isn’t working on her latest book or reading something new, you can find her
sipping martinis with her besties, spending time with her family, or traveling
to a new destination. The Illicit Affairs is the first story she’s decided
to share with the world…and it’s only the beginning.
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