Totally 5 Star — The King of Infierno by Jasmine Hill
Totally Bound Publishing, July 2015
When Donovan opened the door to their suite, the most pungent floral scent hit Makayla. As she stepped over the threshold, the first thing she saw were flowers—bunches of them scattered throughout the rooms in crystal vases and ceramic urns, their summer aroma providing a lovely romantic mood. Filmy gauze curtains fluttered in the warm breeze flowing through the open balcony doors. The decorating theme appeared to be an eclectic mix of old and new, which the decorator had managed with finesse. The whole ambience of the suite appealed to Makayla’s creative designer side, and she guessed that the interior decorator was extremely accomplished to be able to pull off such a combination. The plush carpet boasted a big floral motif that worked well in the large rooms. Crystal ornaments were scattered about on sideboards. Antique trunks and suitcases were stacked on top of each other and used as tables with contemporary original artwork hanging above. A large beveled mirror hung above the mantelpiece, reflecting the room and adding an opulent quality. The whole décor screamed understated sophistication, and she knew instinctively that every item within had been hand-picked for a specific purpose and was probably worth more than she’d make in a lifetime.
On a teak table in the middle of the sitting room sat a platter of fresh fruit and cheese. Next to it, in a silver bucket, a bottle of wine chilled. One of her favorite Nina Simone albums was playing softly in the background—how did he know she loved that artist?
Makayla gasped in delight. Everything was so enchanting and so romantic. She was speechless. She spun around, arms out in elation and excitement.
She looked at Donovan, who leaned against the doorway, watching her in amusement.
“Donovan, this is so wonderful,” she cried breathlessly.
He moved quickly, suddenly by her side, grasping her around the waist and pulling her body tight into his. “Do you like it, baby?” he breathed against her ear.
“I love it.” She threw her arms about his shoulders. “And you said that you’re not romantic,” she admonished. “This is seriously romantic, Mr. King.”
He dropped his head to her neck and inhaled deeply. “I did say that, sweet girl.” He muttered against her throat. “But that was until I met you.” He lifted his head so he was looking into her eyes. “You’ve done strange things to me, Miss Carrington. And now I want to do strange things to you.”
He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. She gaped yet again in surprise. The enormous bathtub was filled with water and rose petals floated on the surface. The windows and shades were open, allowing the summer breeze to waft in, giving an open-air quality to the room. The view of El Retiro spread like a miniature garden below.
She met Donovan’s heated gaze and immediately her nipples puckered in response and her belly fluttered wildly.
“Take off your clothes, Makayla,” he demanded in a soft voice. “I’ve waited too fucking long to see that perfect body.”
She hesitated, the quivering in her belly turning into churning turmoil.
“I don’t want to ask twice, baby,” he said, a roguish smile curving his lips.
She kicked off her sandals and slowly drew the sundress up and over her head. She tossed it aside and stood before him in champagne-colored silk and lace lingerie. She lifted her gaze to his, immediately reassured by the raw lust shining from his eyes. He wanted her—badly—and the realization made her feel sexy and confident.
Slowly he moved toward her, reached up and drew his thumb over her puckered nipple. “So beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely. “So fucking perfect.”
He cupped her breast over the silk, and massaged the tight nub with his thumb. She closed her eyes and moaned, arching into him and pressing herself against his hand. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs and weightlessness suffused her limbs as she succumbed to his touch.
Then suddenly his touch was gone and she was bereft. “Take it off,” he ordered, indicating her bra.
She quickly unclasped it and shrugged the lace down her shoulders and off her arms. She tossed it to join her dress on the floor, the movement making her breasts bounce.
“Fuck,” he snarled, reclaiming her breast and pinching the nipple roughly.
“Ahh,” she moaned. A pleasurable pain shot through her straight to her clit, and she bowed toward him.
He dropped his left hand to her lower back, and she arched further, savoring the rhythmic massaging of her breast and nipple.
“Open your eyes, angel. I want to see their beautiful violet.”
Languidly, she fluttered her eyelids open and gazed up at him. He was studying her intently, gauging her reaction to his touch. He released her breast and slid his hand slowly down her torso, the sensation sending shivers rippling through her. When he reached her panties, she groaned, her legs opening automatically to allow him access, her eyelids fluttering closed of their own accord.
“Keep your eyes open,” he grated between clenched teeth.
She opened her eyes wide and met his heated stare.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “I need to see your response to me.”
When he reached inside her panties, she held her breath. He found her folds and slipped his finger inside, lightly massaging her passage. She groaned and thrust her hips up against his hand.
“So fucking wet,” he grunted. “A wet, aroused virgin, and so fucking tight.” His pupils dilated and he licked his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
He slid his finger out and ran her moisture over the lips of her pussy, finding her clit and pressing down.
She cried out and jerked against him. He tightened his arm at her back and pulled her body tighter to his as he slid his finger back inside and pushed it deeper.
“Oh God,” she cried. Tremors wracked her and she breathed deeply, working through the pleasure-pain that Donovan was wreaking on her body.
“I want you to come like this, Makayla, and I want to see it in your beautiful eyes.”
She focused her blurry vision on him and opened her legs wider as he cupped her sex. The heel of his palm provided friction to her clit as he pushed another finger inside her and pumped them in and out slowly. It wasn’t deep and the small pain was bearable.
The squelching sounds of her own arousal filled the room and she tried to close her legs, suddenly mortified.
“Don’t,” he demanded.
His knowing smirk told her he understood exactly what she was thinking.
“Hear how wet you are! Can you smell your arousal? It’s. So. Fucking. Hot.”
He thrust higher and deeper. She felt a twinge of pain but the pleasure that was pulsing through her body overpowered everything else. She moaned and propelled her hips in time with his pumping fingers.
“That’s it, angel. Keep looking at me.”
He circled her clit with his thumb and pressed down.
Her vision hazed, she stiffened in his arms and cried out. Suddenly the pulsing pleasure coalesced into a wave of sensation, centering on her core then undulating outward in a slow, throbbing swell.
Donovan slowed the thrust of his fingers, gentling the pressure and working her slowly through her climax.
She trembled as her orgasm receded, leaving her weak and lightheaded. Never had she been able to achieve such a powerful release by her own hand. Jesus, the man is obviously a sexual king—King by name, king by nature.
“You are too much, Makayla,” he breathed. “Watching you come in my arms was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. A quaking, wet, climaxing virgin. I almost came just watching you.”
She gazed up into his lust-filled eyes and blushed in dismay as he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. “And you taste so fucking good.”
She realized that she was still supported by his arm and she struggled to right herself, worried that she was causing him pain.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. “Stop wriggling.” He swept her up, cradling her in his arms, and deposited her in the tub.
“Remove your panties and lie back and relax,” he ordered.
Makayla shimmied quickly out of her underwear and lowered herself into the warm, fragrant water. She smirked at him. “Are you always this bossy and controlling?”
He grinned. “Always. Get used to it.”
She gave him a pointed look. “You’re still fully clothed and I’m naked and the only one in the bath.”
“I know. I’m afraid that if I get in there with you, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you hard and fast.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“That’s not how I want to do things. I’m so hard right now that I think I could cut glass with my cock, and you need to relax. I want you soft and pliable before I fuck you.”
She gasped at his crassness and he chuckled.
“Lie back, I want to bathe you.”
She did as he asked and rested her head on the back of the tub, closing her eyes. He squeezed water over her breasts. He inhaled sharply, then his mouth was at her ear. “I have the best view at the moment. I’m looking at two of the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen and thinking that I can’t wait to take those rosy-pink nipples into my mouth and suck them—hard.”
“Hmm, I can’t wait for you to do that,” she murmured, thrusting her breasts up and out of the water, hoping to coax him into action sooner rather than later.
She peeked up at him but he was ignoring her blatant tease and rubbing soap to a lather between his hands. Then he grasped her shoulders and started to massage.
“You need to be relaxed to minimize the pain when I take you.” He dipped his head and nibbled on the flesh beneath her ear, sending sharp tingles straight to her aching nipples.
“Then again,” he mused, still nuzzling her throat, “I do like the fact that you’re a virgin. Perhaps I’ll keep you like that. There’s something so fucking erotic about making you wet and watching you climax but knowing your hymen’s still intact—that you’re still pure.”
She pulled away and turned her head to glare at him. “I’m not keeping my V card so you can appease some weird, kinky virgin fetish you have.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s not why you asked me to come here with you, is it? Because you have an obsession with my virginity?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “No, I haven’t given it much thought. It’s only now, when I have a wet, soapy, delicious specimen in front of me, that it appeals. And to be honest, I like the fact that when I take you, I’ll have a part of you, a part that no one else can have again. Once it’s gone—it’s gone.” He shrugged. “I’ve been drawing out the anticipation of finally taking you, as well as delaying my satisfaction.”
“And mine,” she grumbled.
He ignored her. “Of course, there’s also a twisted delight in knowing that no other man has been there before me.”
“I’m not a planet,” she said petulantly.
He grinned. “No, more like a star, a star that I’ll enjoy conquering immensely.”
She shook her head in exasperation. “You are one kinky so-and-so.”
“More than you know,” he said under his breath.
But she caught the words anyway.
He swept his hands over her breasts, down her sides and parted her legs, holding them firmly against the sides of the tub. “Wash that sweet little pussy for me,” he whispered in her ear. Her breath hitched and she grasped the bar of soap, lathering the washcloth then sweeping it through her folds while Donovan held her thighs firmly open. It was sensual and erotic, washing so intimately while he watched. His breathing grew heavy and hot in her ear as she tended to her herself.
“That’s enough,” he said hoarsely. “My self control is deserting me.” He dunked a washcloth in the tub and swept it over her shoulders and clavicle, ridding her of any residual soap. “Now, out of the tub.”
He grasped her around the waist, hauled her up then lowered her to the bath mat. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and started rubbing her down. Funny, but she’d lost any residual shyness and stood complacently, allowing him to towel her dry. She could have dried herself, of course, but she let Donovan do whatever made him happy. She glanced down at his crotch and couldn’t miss the impressive bulge there. God, this must be torture for him. She giggled.
He frowned. “Go and get on the bed and wait for me. Eyes closed. I need a quick shower to take the edge off.”
About Jasmine Hill
Jasmine was born in Australia and grew up in Sydney. She currently lives in Madrid, Spain with her husband.
She adores reading all genres but in particular she enjoys erotic romance novels and thrillers.
Jasmine loves writing and is always looking for new ideas for stories that will provoke inner passions, stimulate the senses and ignite the imagination.
Her interests include cooking, traveling, yoga and skiing.
She has won some short story competitions and is now excited to have started publishing her erotic romance stories through Totally Bound Publishing.
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Books by Jasmine Hill
Lillian’s Light Horseman
The year is 1921. At the age of twenty-six, Lillian Hamilton is alone, desperate and living in England. An ocean away in outback Australia, her childhood sweetheart and decorated Light Horseman William Cartwrig
ht is running a sheep station and nursing a deep betrayal while the local ladies vie for his attention. But Lillian and William’s paths are about to cross once again, unexpectedly and dynamically spinning each of them into turmoil, igniting past hurts and spurring them to a wary truce.
As they work through their deep-seated issues of distrust, others are conspiring against them, until a shocking revelation sends Lillian running out of the safety of William’s arms and into the path of another man. William will have to work against time to find Lillian before he loses her, forever.
Roses are Red
Contemporary/Older Woman, Younger Man
Forty-five-year-old Lucy Whiticker is an attractive and successful interior designer. Divorced with two adult children, she has almost given up hope of finding that perfect someone—that is, until she meets handsome and charismatic Rhett Hunter. But Lucy believes that, at twenty-eight, Rhett is too young for her.
When Rhett Hunter meets Lucy, the attraction is immediate. She’s sexy, confident and intelligent, and he determines he must have her. He knows that Lucy has an issue with their age difference, but he sets out to prove her wrong. Inviting her to the Valentine’s Ball is the best place to start.
The past collides with the present, however, when previous relationships interfere with Rhett’s plans. Rhett will have to use all his charm and persuasion to convince Lucy that they are meant to be together.
Bondage and BDSM/Contemporary
Serena Davies is on a mission—to write an exposé on the BDSM scene and in particular about the infamous BDSM club, Club Erebus. Little does Serena anticipate that her undercover mission will not only lead her deep into the BDSM scene but into the path of Dominant Aaron Blue, who will awaken in her previously unexplored dark and erotic desires.
When Aaron sees Serena enter Club Erebus he recognises that she is a natural submissive and vows that he will have her. He proposes to show Serena the BDSM scene and be her protector while she explores her darker urges on the stipulation that he will become her Dom.
Serena agrees to Aaron’s proposal and finds herself immersed in a world where pleasure and pain are one, a world that ignites in her a desire and need to be dominated and arouses in her an unexplored sexuality.
Serena fears that Aaron will discover her true agenda for visiting Club Erebus and if that happens, she worries that no punishment would be severe enough to satisfy him.
From Leather to Lace
Bondage and BDSM/Contemporary
Sarah Maddox is a beautiful, intelligent and sexy journalism graduate—she is also Mistress Kitty the Dominatrix. Sarah loves her Dominatrix role at Fantasy—the exclusive Sydney BDSM club. Only her best friend knows what she really does each evening and her secret is safe until she meets the charming, handsome and successful Maxwell McIver who turns her world upside down. He has Sarah questioning her priorities and wondering—has she finally met the man for whom she would be willing to compromise?
Handsome Maxwell McIver at thirty-five is one of the richest men in the country. Sophisticated and powerful, Maxwell is accustomed to getting what he wants and after meeting Sarah at a party, he decides that he wants her. He has always avoided serious relationships but Sarah has captivated him and once their romance starts to heat up he decides that he doesn’t want to let her go. But like Sarah, Maxwell is also hiding something, a secret that will threaten their newfound relationship and have Sarah reeling with indecision and uncertainty.