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No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage
by Lynn Burke
Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesnât wantâor needâis a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.
When untamed Livi Risso's insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.
Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesnât stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like sheâs never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?
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âWhatâs your name, sub?â I asked.
âLi â¦ Lisa.â
I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. âIf you say so, Bella.â
âBella?â Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. âIs that a compliment?â
âYouâre Italian, arenât you?â
âThen thatâs what Iâll call you.â A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. âFirst thing you ought to knowâand should have learned long before entering this club as a subâyour gaze belongs on your Domâs boots, your knees on the floor.â
The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.
Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cockâand prickle of unease tingling the back of my neckâI glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didnât mind switching.
He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bellaâs appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.
The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side.
As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.
I quirked a brow in invitation.
He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jawâ¦ Weâd enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.
âMaster Devon, care to join us this evening?â
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