Exclusive Excerpt: Restrained Under His Duty by Stacey Kennedy

Posted March 27, 2017 by collecto in Excerpt Reveal / 0 Comments

Exclusive Excerpt: Restrained Under His Duty by Stacey KennedyRestrained Under His Duty by Stacey Kennedy
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Published by Loveswept on April 4th 2017
Genres: BDSM, Romance
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Source: Penguin Random House

An uninhibited politician’s daughter falls for her loyal bodyguard behind closed doors in this scandalous novel from the USA Today bestselling author of Bound Beneath His Pain and Tied to His Betrayal.

As the chief of security for a prominent senator, Ryder Blackwood is stunned when an anonymous source sends him a compromising photo of his boss’s twenty-five-year-old daughter getting down and dirty in an underground sex club. If it gets out, the media firestorm could ruin her father. More troubling for Ryder is how arousing he finds the whole situation. He’s known Hadley Winters since she was a kid. And now she’s the woman in all his most private fantasies.

Wild behavior helps Hadley get through those painful, lonely nights, but she’s been waiting a long time for a man like Ryder to protect her from herself. Ryder is raw. He’s real. And he makes her feel safe. Now that they’ve both become pawns in a blackmailer’s dangerous game, there’s more at stake than her father’s political career. As the intimate threats tear apart a tender new love, Hadley is forced to trust Ryder with her life—and her heart.

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The world is getting blurry around me, the walls closing in, getting closer and closer. Suddenly, strong hands grip me and I’m shoved against the wall, and rough lips are against mine, slowly but forcefully bringing me back.

Ryder’s fingers tangle into my hair, not careful, but purposeful, and the intense hold grounds me. I’m expecting him to say something to soothe me. But that’s not what he does. He holds me so I cannot move, and he begins to gather my skirt until he can slip his hand underneath.

There’s nothing gentle about his touch as he pushes my panties aside. I spread my legs, desperate for his touch, desperate for anything to help me escape, as his kiss turns rougher, primal. His mouth opens mine and his tongue dives in as he takes what he wants from me. All of me.

I moan and he swallows the sound, as his tongue leaves no part of my mouth untouched. But then he shows me more, and my body is lit up, sensations running wild as he slips one finger inside my soaking wet folds. I groan against his kiss, when another finger joins the first.

It’s all so much. He’s so much. To be on the receiving end of his pleasure, it’s a treat that’s greatly addictive. I attempt to lean my head back, relishing in all that he gives me, as he moves his fingers in and out, right there in the stairwell, but the strong grip in my hair leaves me only able to surrender to him. Each insertion, his palm rubs against my clit, driving me higher and higher, and my legs begin to shake. Each withdrawal, I ache for him to return. But then he’s gone . . .

I snap my eyes open, greeted by his dark stare, as he raises the very fingers he just used to pleasure me to my lips.

“Open,” he murmurs.

I do as I’m told and he slides his fingers against my tongue. The boldness of his move erases thoughts from my mind and draws all my attention to the taste. My taste.

“We both know what you want, don’t we, Hadley?” he asks, dragging his fingers out of my mouth, watching each and every move intently, until he lowers his hand and looks into my eyes. “Tell me what you’d like me to do you.”

The power, the strength, the control, I’m hanging right on the edge of climaxing. There’s something about Ryder that’s so agonizing it’s hard to understand the power he holds over me. It feels like he knows me, understands me, desires me, and it makes me want him in ways I’ve never wanted anything. “I want to come.”

One brow slowly arches with the curve of his mouth. “Oh, is that what you’d like?”

That’s when I see it written over his face: payback. A year of teasing him has led me to this moment. He knows he has me, putty in his hands, just as I’ve known for the past year I’ve had him, too, and teased him to get some sort of reaction out of him.

I wisely stay silent, breathless and quivering.

His low chuckle indicates I made the right choice.

Smoldering eyes directly on mine, he slides his fingers over my highly sensitive clit, back and forth, teasing the bud to react under his touch and my legs shake harder now, my breath all but gone. “It feels like you’re right there.” He drags my head to the side, licks up my neck, and whispers in my ear, “Tell me. How close are you, Hadley?”

God it’s the way he says my name. Like I’m his. “So close,” I moan, shutting my eyes against the quivering in my stomach and how much need he’s drawing out of me. He slides his fingers against the sides of my sex, causing parts of my body to throb that I didn’t know could throb. “So damn close.”

“Not close enough if you ask me.”

I snap my eyes open, but my words are sucked away when his fingers slide out of my hair and move over my breasts, and I realize he’s lowering to one knee. I’m ready to stop him, watching his head move between my thighs, but then I feel his tongue.

Then there is nothing but . . . him.

Slowly and gently, he swirls his tongue over my inner thigh, methodically working his way closer and closer to my sex. I press my hands flat against the cool cement wall behind me, my chest rising and falling quickly. I’m convinced I can’t possibly take more when he blows a long breath against my hot flesh. Though then again, he proves me wrong, as a hiss I’ve never heard before escapes my mouth as he slowly licks the other thigh, never getting close enough to where I want him to go.

“How about now, Hadley?” He blows across my clit again. And again. “How close are you?”

I moan, the only answer I can give. I’m afraid if I say anything he’ll stop. I’m right there, quivering and whimpering. So ready to explode for him that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him to continue. And when he does, using the flat of his tongue to caress my clit, I grab his buzzed-cut head and push his face into me.

He chuckles, reaching for my hands and placing my palms back against the wall. “Leave them there,” he orders.

Again, I do as I’m told, but it’s hard. Oh, it’s so hard not to shove his head into me and demand he give me everything and more. But Ryder’s not a man you demand from, nor is he a man you push.

He is torturing me with every slow lick on my swollen heat, never giving the pressure I need to get there or the speed required to send me soaring over the edge. Each second devastates my control to keep my moans silent, and soon, I don’t care who hears me. I’m moaning loudly, and he doesn’t stop, not for a second, and not until I’m standing there, full-on trembling in my heels does he take it further.

With my legs spread wide, and his head buried between my thighs, he finally gives me what I need. He sucks my clit deep into his mouth, and I give him everything, exactly like he intended.


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