Broken Submission: Surrendering Softly (Contemporary Submissive Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

she
defied him.
    She almost
cringed when at some point before they were all about to leave
Maxwell announced that he’d be dropping Lily off. According to him
he’d discovered they live not far from each other and he’d be glad
to drop her off home.
    Lily could tell
Pamela looked troubled as both women took their coats minutes
later. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Pamela said in a
whispered tone for their ears only.
    Lily sighed
heavily, knowing both of them had planned to take a cab home by the
end of the evening. Where Maxwell had got the impression she was to
play call girl was beyond her.
    “I can’t
explain now, but it’s fine. I… I know him,” Lily muttered low.
    Pamela’s eyes
widened. “You know Maxwell Craig?”
    “Yes. Look,
just trust me, okay. I’ll be fine,” Lily said, barely able to meet
Pamela’s confused gaze. Both Vincent and Maxwell stood beside a
sleek, low slung black sports car. Vincent shook her hand with a
charming smile and added that he hoped they’d meet again. Then he
went over to the waiting Pamela.
    Lily couldn’t
speak as Maxwell held open the front passenger door for her.
    Once seated in
the plush interior, Lily closed her eyes briefly and prayed for the
strength to go through with this. By the time Maxwell took his
place in the driver’s seat and started the powerful car, Lily was
resigned to her fate. She was going to get her long-time wish of
sharing Maxwell Craig’s bed but not in the circumstances she
envisaged. But there was one consolation that it would be just for
one night. And then she could wish him in the deepest, darkest pit
of hell meant for men as unfeeling and beastly as he was….

Chapter
Four
    One night would
be more than enough, thought Maxwell. It was plenty.
    He almost
couldn’t believe he had her where he wanted her. It gave him a
definite thrill to see her standing there in the middle of his
bedroom, waiting for his next command.
    She’d hardly
said a word since he drove them to his place. Not that it mattered.
He wasn’t much for long talking. Not when it came to the business
at hand.
    He arched his
brow at the frozen Lily. “Well?”
    His eyes raked
her shapely frame pointedly. “The clothes come off, Lily. But I
need you to do it slow. And sexy.”
    She was
blushing. Ah, sweet. She really had that innocence act perfected.
Which was fine with him. He always liked a bit of role play and if
she wanted to keep acting the wronged virgin…
    “I’m waiting,
Lily. Strip. Off. I want to see all those juicy curves your dress
has been wearing.”
    Her gorgeous
green eyes flashed with anger. No longer covered behind thick,
unflattering lenses, they looked like fierce emeralds, thickly
shaded by her lashes.
    He leaned back
on the bed, still fully dressed and was all set to enjoy the show.
He’d never looked forward to fucking a woman this much. And Lily
was more than enough woman for him. Now he was about to see what
all those baggy suits of hers had been concealing. As per his
command, she began to undress. First she reached round to unzip her
bustier dress. It fell to the floor at her feet.
    Maxwell’s eyes
narrowed. Fuck me, he thought. Soft looking, pearly skin.
Unblemished and glowing with pink health. Breasts full and heavy
encased in a miniscule strapless bra. A slightly pinched in waist
and flared, feminine hips. At her apex, a strip of triangular lace
hid her one last secret from him. Curvy thighs and long, shapely
legs and little feet in those black sexy pumps.
    Maxwell was so
hard he could feel himself throbbing.
    “The heels stay
on,” he rasped, suddenly not recognizing his own voice.
    She stood there
with defiance in her eyes. Maxwell smirked. He liked that she had
that streak of fire. He enjoyed his women submissive but not like
ice maidens.
    “I was right,”
he murmured, not peeling his eyes from the image of sensual beauty
standing before him, ready for the taking. His taking. “All this
time, when I imagined what