Filthy Beautiful Lies Book PDF Free by Kendall Ryan

He chuckles. “True. But it’d give the stogy old men at Collins’ country club something to talk about other than their stock performance.” I glance longingly over at the built in coffee machine and then down at my empty cup. Pace’s easy smile is back. God, that thing’s becoming addictive. “C’mere, beautiful. Let me show…

He shoots me a knowing grin and my cheeks heat. Yes, I need to wash the taste of his semen from my mouth and apparently we are both thinking it. He grabs a bottle of water from the large commercial grade double door stainless steel refrigerator and twists off the cap before handing it to…

The large walk-in closet is bigger than my bedroom back home. One half is filled with designer suits in various shades of black, navy, gray and pinstripes, a rolodex of ties in every color hangs from one wall, neatly folded stacks of cotton shirts rest on built-in shelves along with various men’s items. A stray…

Just then, the doorbell rings – it’s an obnoxious chime that goes on for what seems like forever. My eyes flick over to his. “Are you expecting someone?” He sets the porcelain espresso cup down on the counter. “I guess it’s a good thing we came up with that story,” he says, then heads off…

Chapter Five Sophie Once I’m alone upstairs, I know I can’t delay the phone call I need to make any longer. I sit down on the upholstered chaise lounge chair in the master suite and dial my mom’s cell, waiting anxiously for her to pick up. “Sophie?” “Yeah, it’s me Mom.” With all that’s happened…

All the air rushes from my lungs in a whoosh. “That’s all?” Still watching my reaction, he lifts one dark brow. “Honestly, I’d love a blowjob, but considering the mistrust in your eyes, I’m not sure having your teeth that close to my dick would be the wisest decision.” “I wouldn’t…” “You wouldn’t what? Blow…

My windpipe threatens to close. It can’t end like this… “Seven hundred,” the man directly in front of me says. His voice is smooth and rich. Deep and hypnotic somehow. I lean forward on my toes trying to see his face. The foot he’s crossed over his ankle bounces as he fidgets, the only sign…

I duck my head and push my way inside the small changing room. Once inside, I cannot keep my eyes from darting toward the mirror where I stood applying mascara just a short time ago. I can already see that the girl looking back at me is someone different. The black suit coat swallows me…

I wonder if he’s just going to leave his bike parked outside all night, but then realize he probably has someone on staff to pull it into the garage. I can’t imagine he’d have a home this large and not have people hired to help him take care of it. I doubt he personally dusts…

Prologue Tonight I will be sold to the highest bidder. As I stand here in this quiet room, I try to find that little voice of reason telling me I’m doing the right thing. She’s nowhere to be found. Traitorous whore. I meet my dim blue gaze in the mirror and remind myself that I’m…