Hot and Filthy: The Honeymoon

Book4.5The Dark and Damaged Hearts, Book 4.5

Hot and Filthy: The Honeymoon


Here comes the bride …

We’re getting married!

Yes, you heard that correctly. I am marrying the James Shaw; sexy, brilliant, successful millionaire who loves me more than I ever thought I could be loved.

What could be more perfect?

How about a romantic honeymoon on a live-aboard yacht in French Polynesia?

Yes, please.

James has already turned my world upside down, introducing me to his dark and dirty side in the bedroom. I can only imagine what he has planned for our honeymoon.

Our age difference has never been a problem before, but suddenly with James, it seems to be an issue, and once the honeymoon is in full swing I see a side of him that tests our relationship like never before.

I need to find a way to come to terms with his demands and expectations while not backing down or letting go of my own convictions, otherwise, we risk ruining our first (possibly last) vacation as husband and wife.



He had me naked in seconds. My chest heaved while my throat felt dry and my pussy was saturated; I’m sure there was a big damp patch on the bed beneath me. And then he went to work. Methodical and precise, like he was with everything, he’d wrap a strand of the elastic around my thigh to measure and then measure again before he cut.

A master craftsman in the woodshop, my man could make anything, be it an armour, a bed, a table, or a naughty spanking bench that we pulled out on weekends, he was a pro. So to see him put the expertise of measure twice, cut once, into play here, in the bedroom, made me smile.

He put two around each thigh, one around each bicep, one around my back and across my breasts, another around my stomach and then the final one lower across my hips so that it rested on the top of my pubic bone. By the time he was finished and I looked down at his handy work I felt more like a zebra than a blushing bride.

“God, you look sexy,” he said with a growl. “So fucking sexy.”

I licked my lips and looked up into his eyes. “Now what?”

“Now?” he leaned over to the nightstand again and grabbed a black sash. “Now I blindfold you so you have no idea where I’m going to strike or when.” And then he wrapped the soft sash around my head until I couldn’t see a thing.