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  Cuffed

  by

  Melissa Snark

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Cuffed

  COPYRIGHT © 2012 by Melissa Snark

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, December 2012

  Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-805-9

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  For all my readers. Enjoy!

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Melissa Snark

  AND HER BOOKS

  A CAT’S TALE

  “…that’s what makes A Cat’s Tale a good read: it tells a good story. But then, add to that the saucy erotic and intimate nature of the relationship between our two lead characters, and you have a hot erotic love story, with an actual plot!”

  ~Michelle Devon, Texas Straight-Talk Reviews

  LEARNING TO FLY

  “Ms. Snark did a very good job when she wrote her characters, Cassie and Kyle. The relationship between these two was very sweet and a joy to read. But who doesn’t love a man with a sexy Irish brogue?”

  ~DiDi, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

  Cuffed

  “Shoot, of all the stupid luck,” Eve Harris said, casting a quick glance at the police car lights flashing in her rearview mirror. Her forehead furrowed, and her mouth curved down at the corners. With an unhappy sigh, she eased her foot off the accelerator and slowed the jeep.

  Just what she needed, blundering into a speed trap on an isolated two-lane country road. Darkness already blanketed the landscape, and she was miles from the closest residence. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she considered how vulnerable it made her feel, stopping her vehicle in the middle of nowhere with help far from shouting distance. She assured herself that she had nothing to worry about. She might even be able to flirt her way out of the ticket.

  Eve pulled her vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and put it in park. She waited anxiously while the officer approached.

  “Good evening, miss. Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked in a deep voice that resonated to her core, evoking a slow smoldering heat in her pussy, so like the cloying Georgia summer night.

  Eve tilted her head back to gaze up at the police officer. Her gaze fell on the gold King County Sheriff Department’s badge that was engraved with his name—Mike Ryan. He stood six-six with deliciously long limbs and muscles bulging beneath his trim tan uniform. He had chocolaty skin and eyes that were just a shade lighter. He wore his hair cropped short and had a neatly trimmed mustache and beard. Her mama would have said, Mmm-mmm-mmm...

  She schooled her features to an expression of angelic innocence. “Thirty-five?”

  “Fifty-five in a thirty-five zone,” he said with a smirk. “Can I see your license and registration please?”

  “Sure, it’s in my glove box,” Eve said, releasing her seat belt to lean across the gearshift. Her short stature required that she bend and boost her curvaceous bottom into the air, placing her backside, clad in a frayed denim skirt, directly in Officer Ryan’s line of vision. Without doors, there was nothing to impede his view.

  As she retrieved the requested papers, she rolled her hips, giving her butt a suggestive wiggle. The movement caused the hem of her skirt to ride high, exposing the curve of her ass and teasing at the red thong strap running between her cheeks.

  Drawing out the show, she made a production out of looking for her driver’s license. At long last, she settled on the seat again and offered him the documents. “Here you are, officer.”

  His eyes glinted within the stern set of his face, and he held his muscular body tense and alert, reminding her of a jungle cat about to pounce. A delicious shiver ran the length of her body, causing her core to quicken. Disappointment filled her when he turned away.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, walking back to his patrol car.

  Eve checked her makeup. Her coffee-colored complexion held a high sheen thanks to the perspiration dewing her skin. Dramatic makeup drew attention to clear hazel eyes; red lipstick accentuated a full mouth. She wore her long black hair in small braids that gently brushed her shoulders. The V neck of her tank top plunged to reveal the tops of full breasts. She wore no bra so the hard buds of her nipples were visible beneath the thin cotton.

  The officer leaned into his vehicle so she took the opportunity to admire his fine physique. His pants clung to a firm backside and long legs and, even though he drove a patrol car, he wore a pair of black motorcycle boots. When he straightened and returned, she made no secret of her sexual interest in him. Her gaze followed his every movement in the mirror, sizing him up the way one would a champion Thoroughbred stud.

  He drew along the driver’s side again. His handsome features formed a stern mask. “Miss, please step out of the vehicle,” he said in a voice that rang with authority.

  “Is there a problem, officer?” A shiver ran along her spine as she slid from the car and her feet touched ground. Eve tilted her head back to gaze up at him. Even though she wore four-inch stilettos, the top of her head only came to his chest. He had limbs like saplings and a thick barrel chest.

  The man was a giant.

  Did his cock match the rest of him?

  “Turn around and place your hands on the vehicle,” he said in a silky tone.

  Her nervousness turned to alarm, and she ignored his order. “Why? I don’t understand what the problem is.”

  Shock jolted her system when he seized her wrists and forced her to turn around, facing the car. His hands were like iron shackles. His strength overwhelmed her feeble attempt at resistance.

  “What are you doing?” she cried, shocked at his brazenness.

  “Miss, according to the dispatcher’s records, your vehicle matches a stolen vehicle report, and there is a warrant out for your arrest.”

  With one hand, he bound her wrists over her head while he removed handcuffs from his belt. Effortlessly, he locked one cuff about her wrists and positioned her arms at the roof rack.

  “There’s been some mistake. You have the wrong person,” Eve cried with outrage even though her anger was pure bravado. She gasped as he restrained her so easily.

  He chuckled—a throaty rumbling sound that caressed her entire body—the first sound of genuine amusement he’d uttered. Instead of reassuring her, it scared her witless. She shook, both fearful and aroused, focused on nothing but the proximity of the huge man behind her.

  “Do not move.” His rough hands brushed her wrists and traced the outside of her arms before repeating the process with the hypersensitive insides. His light touch carried just a hint of strength, causing her trembling to increase. She felt the heat of him behind her, the huff of hot breath on her nape, the solidness of his chest against her back, and the bulge of his erect cock straining against his pants.

  Eve panted anxiously and perspiration beaded on her tawny skin. She pressed her thighs together, attempting to relieve the intense ache of her cunt. Those sensitive folds grew slick and hot until the jutting press of his shaft against her ass was all she could think about.

  “You are one gorgeous woman,
Eve.” His thick fingers hooked the bottom of her tank top and yanked it up to reveal her heavy breasts. Exposed to the balmy Georgia night, her erect nipples were pebble-hard.

  She jumped when his palms flattened the full globes, smashing them beneath calloused palms that abraded her tender skin. Her body’s reaction propelled her backward so that her ass knocked into his crotch, bringing her into intimate contact with his swollen rod.

  “You can’t do this.” Eve groaned, mustering defiance even as she flexed her ass against his cock. Her sides heaved, and she gasped for air as creamy fluid soaked her panties and mixed with sweat on the insides of her thighs.

  “I can do anything I want to your beautiful, helpless body, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” He tweaked her nipples hard to make his point.

  Eve cried out, thrashing within his grasp, driven to new heights of need. The steel chain of the handcuffs clinked against the metal roof rack. The pain magnified her arousal, and she rubbed against him, seeking that wall of muscle at her back and the hot throb of his thick shaft against her ass.

  “You want more,” he said in a voice honeyed with dark promise. He rubbed his palms across her flat stomach, causing the muscles to twitch. “You’re hot for me. Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

  “No,” she groaned, defiant even as his touch scalded her, creating searing heat and need that burned away her inhibitions and self-control. She swallowed a sob of relief when he worked open the buttons of her denim skirt and yanked the garment down her legs.

  The action left her clad in a red thong, a bunched tank top, and four-inch heels. Every inch of her bare skin was visible to his appraising gaze. With her arms handcuffed to the roof rack, her back arched and tilted her luscious breasts to his gaze. The restraints restricted blood flow to her hands, causing them to throb, and she felt completely helpless. Exposed. Even with the added height of her shoes, she strained not to dangle from the cuffs, every muscle taut and trembling.

  She both felt and heard movement behind her as he unfastened the buttons of his shirt. Then she heard the distinctive zip of his fly being lowered, forcing a throaty moan from her mouth. Oh fuck, he has his cock out. She rolled her hips, hoping to bump and grind his erection against her bare ass.

  “Not so fast, sweetie,” he said, chuckling. “You’re going to beg for it first.”

  His strong arms reached around her waist, and he yanked her thong down her legs. The very tip of his thick finger traced the outside of her pussy, causing her to sob and thrust her hips with mindless lust. He bypassed her weeping pussy, removing the teasing digit. An act that destroyed the last of her will.

  “Please,” she said, begging him to touch her.

  “Please what?” That taunting finger traced a circle about her navel and returned to make another teasing pass at her needy sex.

  “Please, touch me.”

  He chuckled. “Good girl, but be specific.”

  “Please fuck me with your fingers,” Eve said, arching her hips forward in an attempt to lure his hand closer. “Please, I’m begging.”

  “Yes, you beg so pretty for me.” The intensity of his obvious arousal caused his voice to drop to a gruff baritone, and his breathing accelerated. His skin felt hot and slick with sweat.

  His finger thrust into her cunt, causing her to moan and writhe against the restraints, his willing victim. His alone. He probed her pussy, one knuckle at a time, with a single bold digit thrusting into her slick channel. The athletic muscles of her body clenched about his wicked finger, attempting to hold it prisoner, but her thick cream made it impossible. His finger slid from her body, and she sobbed at the loss.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot. I can’t wait.” Eager hands positioned her hips, tilting her ass backward and turning her into a sexual offering meant only for him. He surged against her, knocking his jutting cock into her ass cheeks. The pearls of his pre-cum and her pussy juices left a sticky coating on her skin.

  Eve made no move to resist him. She cooperated quickly, holding the pose, with buttocks lifted and thighs wide, begging to be mounted. A mare with a lusty stallion. She had never been so hot and wet, ready to be fucked, so much in need of it.

  She shivered and moaned in delight when the length of his erection skated across her pussy. He was thick enough that the edges of his mushroom-shaped head brushed both her parted thighs and long enough that the crown covered her clit. Helpless against her need, she rocked against him, lubricating the length of his swollen shaft with her juices.

  “Eve, feel how wet you are for me.” Lust roughened his voice. Every muscle of his powerful body felt taut, sinew straining against skin, as he surged against her. When he withdrew, she whimpered with need. His cock returned only to press against her ass.

  “Fuck me, please!” Startled by the desperation in her voice, Eve’s eyes popped open. The silvery crescent moon filled her vision. Her blood surged in her veins, and her heartbeat pounded within her chest.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Rough hands, still grasping her hips, yanked her toward him. The broad head of his rod butted against the opening of her pussy and then pressed slowly forward. Inch-by-fucking-inch. He entered her, opening her to him and stretching her pussy to the limit with that throbbing shaft. She shuddered and moaned, straining against his commanding hold and trying to force him to take her faster and harder. He denied her attempts to manipulate him and retained control, fucking her with excruciating slowness.

  Without warning, he burst into motion like a racehorse coming out of the gate. He fucked her hard and furious, thrusts propelling her forward until her breasts bounced and swayed. He plowed into her, his big balls slapping rhythmically against her mound. The action caused the handcuff chain to slam against the bar repeatedly, but Eve did not feel the pain. She had never felt so full in her entire life.

  “So damn good.” He nudged aside her damp hair to graze her throat with his teeth, a light bite that did not break skin. He groaned and thrust against her, and the head of his cock crashed against her sweet spot and then her cervix.

  Eve cried out, the sound wrung from her, helpless in the throes of pleasure. With every thrust, the ecstasy built within her pussy, carrying her higher toward an all-consuming oblivion.

  “Christ, Eve, I’m going to come.” His rhythm grew more urgent and rougher as he lost control. His hot breath puffed against her nape, and his teeth scored her skin at the juncture of throat and shoulder. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough that she knew there would be marks later.

  His cock bumped her G-spot again and again, sending Eve’s pussy into a series of convulsive spasms. She gulped, gasped, and shouted as the first wave of pleasure sucked her under. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Mike, I love you!”

  “Love you, too, baby!” His hands clenched her slender waist, and his body grew rigid. He roared in triumph, forcing his pulsing cock into her depths one last time in release.

  As the passion slowly faded, she panted, sweat running in rivulets down her body. She hung limply from the handcuffs until he freed her wrists. Once the cuffs were off, she dropped into the front seat, too sated to muster the strength necessary to remain upright.

  Mike’s hands kept her from falling, and he kissed her sweaty cheek. “You’re amazing, baby.”

  Eve glanced at him with a sultry smile curving her lips. “So I’ll see you at the house?” she asked. “I’m making my special prime rib—pink, juicy, and succulent.”

  His deep chuckle resonated throughout his chest. Her husband’s hands were gentle as he turned her to face him, rubbing a possessive thumb across the ring on her left hand. “You know I wouldn’t miss your prime rib, Eve. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

  About the Author

  Melissa Snark lives in the San Francisco East Bay of Northern California with her husband, three kids, and three cats. She has a wonderful family and good friends. Time not devoted to the writing craft involves chasing after an active toddler and homemaking. She
enjoys travel and good movies. She recharges creating culinary adventures in the kitchen and indulging in great books.

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  www.melissasnark.com

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  Learning To Fly

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  Cassandra Claeys is a bohemian artist with a passion for shoes and architecture. Her past wasn't pretty and she's got the scars to prove it, but she's determined to live and love again and she's hoping her newest client is just the man for the job. But the crazed serial killer that once held her captive escapes from prison, willing to kill again to make his manical fantasies come true.

  Architect Kyle McCloud hires the fiery redhead to illustrate his latest project, never dreaming that she would bring passion and danger to his door. Cassie is easily spooked and as flighty as one of his injured birds, but he's willing to work overtime to make her soar for him alone.

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