Grunt by Kailee Reese Samuels

Grunt
Kailee Reese Samuels
(The SOS #3)
Publication date: May 30th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Six days.

No one thought I could last
Here in the cell—I now call home
They didn’t know I grew up in the prison of my crime family’s dream.

Six weeks.

No one thought I could withstand
The loss, the drugs, the torture
They didn’t know how much I would enjoy their game.

Six months.

No one thought I could survive
Their puppet and prey—but I like to play—Hard.
And I don’t lose.

They picked the wrong guy. Their so-called ‘grunt’ would fight to get home and take revenge. I vowed to come back—for her—for Kaci. But everything changed.

My maniacal mind wrapped with a pretty mug, I am an unforgiving opponent, tough—tougher than they ever imagined.

And I will never – ever – break.

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Author Bio:

Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse.

Storyteller.

KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her characters ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.

Creativity is the way to change.

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~ Excerpt ~ 

 

 

Slumped on the floor in front of the door of the dark and cold cell, Sal awoke, unable to move his hands. He couldn’t see them, but the swelling hurt. Running his fingers over his knuckles, he picked at the crusty, dried blood.

“I am a fucking submissive,” he grumbled, “I am going to give them submissive.”

Carefully, he made his way across the room to the stainless steel toilet. Dipping his hands into the water, Sal decided to let them soak for a few minutes. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all he had.

“You can’t act like that,” an unfamiliar voice said. “You’re right. You are a submissive—for now. You are better than that. You need to keep your shit together, Nero.”

“Who are you?” Sal whimpered quiet, thinking his mental state had deteriorated to an all-time low.

“That’s not important,” she whispered in an accent he couldn’t quite make out. “What concerns me is you.”

“What about me? You kidnapped me, threw me in a cell, refused to give me anything but bananas—you expect me to be warm and welcoming?”

“No, I don’t,” she said, moving closer and squatting low beside him. “But I do expect…” she whispered, laying her hand in his lap as warm breath hit his scruff and sweet scent intoxicated his senses. She kissed his mouth hard and unrelenting, biting his lip. “…You to behave.”

Sal got an erection almost immediately. He hadn’t been touched by anyone in days—almost six, a new record by his Juliet standard.

Slipping her hand underneath the fabric of his sweatpants, she found his cock hard and willing. “I need you to behave, Raniero.” She stroked slow and teasing with soft as velvet hands. “I need you to be good. Like I know you can be.”

Overcome with emotions, Sal tried to hold back the tears. “What do you want from me?”

“Right now, I want you to enjoy this night,” she said, moving closer and kissing his cheek, ear, and neck.

Her head dipped low, between the toilet and his body, taking his shaft into her lips. He groaned in ecstasy, the pleasure of her mouth too much for his senses to handle.

Sal no longer cared how dirty he was, or if he was locked in a cage. The only thing that mattered was her lips on his dick. She sucked and soothed, healing and stimulating in repeated motions. Up and down, she worked her mouth like a champ, fighting for her prize—his physical release compounded in his emotional struggle.

His fingers gripped her hair firm, not wanting her to stop. He had been played and toyed with all week long, if this woman was offering, he was damn sure taking. Drool ran down her chin and soaked his pants. With his cock still in her mouth, she mumbled, “Take them off.”

 

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