Love Bytes is delighted to welcome to their blog Medusa Stone who visits our blog today to show her new release: Rescued by the Billionaire”.
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MM/Dark Billionaire-Holiday Romance
Donovan
I pick someone off the streets every Christmas. Offer them a chance to build a new life, to prove that they want to be saved. So when I see Angel—too beautiful, too defiant to be there—I know he’s my project this year. The streets have made him tough, but I see what’s hidden beneath that sass and attitude. My plan was simple: protect him, teach him, help him become something more.
But the more time we spend together, the more I crave him. The more he drives me mad with his smart mouth and the way he looks at me like I’m the enemy. He can resist all he wants, but I don’t lose, and I sure as hell don’t walk away. Not from him.
And when I’m through, Angel won’t just be rescued. He’ll be mine.
Angel
It was supposed to be a quick job. Just another night, another deal to survive. But then Donovan shows up, talking about “saving” me like I’m some kind of lost cause. The last thing I need is his charity—or his protection. He thinks he can control me with his wealth and promises, but I have my own plans, my own secrets to protect. Secrets that could destroy everything.
If Donovan ever found out, I’d be at his mercy.
He’s dangerous, possessive, and every time he gets close, my defenses weaken. I’m not sure how much longer I can fight him—or how much I even want to.
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I reached for him once more, catching his hand before he could pull away. “Don’t,” I whispered, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “Don’t pull away from me, please. I know I don’t deserve your trust, but please…don’t fear me anymore.”
Angel stilled, his hand warm in mine, and for a moment, it was just the two of us, no secrets, no shadows. I stepped closer, searching his eyes for a sign, anything to tell me he felt the same pull, the same ache I couldn’t shake.
He didn’t move, didn’t break the gaze between us, and it was all the answer I needed. Gently, I leaned in, and his eyes fluttered closed. His lips were soft, warm, and as I kissed him, I felt something in me unravel. The walls he kept so carefully guarded seemed to soften, just for a heartbeat, letting me in.
I could feel him yielding, and a part of me was desperate to believe that this moment was real—that maybe he wanted this, wanted us. I held him, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my hand, and I couldn’t bring myself to let go.
“Angel…” I murmured against his lips, barely daring to breathe. Slowly, I brushed his neck, planting gentle pecks along his collarbone, shoulders… Running my lips down his smooth, lean chest, with caution, studying his every reaction and giving him time to adjust and decide whether he wanted me to continue. Once he seemed to relax under my touch, I kissed my way to his groin without hesitation, savoring every inch of his skin. This time it was me who slowly lowered his sweatpants, revealing his member, pulsing under my touch as I began to gently stroke him. “Is this okay?”
Encouraged by his silence and the subtle rocking of his hips, I lowered my head without breaking eye contact, and took him into my mouth.
He let out a small groan, his hands tangling in my hair, as I explored him with my tongue. I moved slowly, savoring the taste and feel of him, lost in the intimacy of it all. His breath hitched as I increased my pace, and I could feel his arousal growing stronger under my touch.
As I swallowed his length entirely, he began to move against me, thrusting gently into my mouth before I pressed harder, deep throating myself with his cock, in part moved by my lust for him, in part as a self punishment from my earlier actions. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of surprise and pleasure.
“Donovan,” he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire, watching me choke on his cock. “You don’t need to-”
I looked up at him. “I know,” I whispered, pulling back from him just enough to ease his mind. “I want to.”
Medusa Stone is a novelist and poet, born in Spain, winner of the Humanitarian Literary Award, international blogger and journalist.
Passionate and driven by the defense of human rights, she moved to the United States in the year 2000, where she became an advocate against human trafficking, author, and fervent activist against sexual exploitation and slavery.
Through her novels, Medusa Stone explores the misuse of BDSM as an excuse for sexual abuse, with vulnerable characters in the hands of powerful men and organizations. Much of her writing explores the dark nature of humanity, shining a light on human rights violations, and enacting change one novel at a time.
When not trying to change the world, Medusa enjoys traveling in her caravan, playing music, and creating art… Having met many mystical characters through countless supernatural adventures, she decided to explore the Universe of Pandora, through her new line of Dark Fantasy romance.
You can find more detail about her work at www.medusastonebooks.com where you can subscribe to her email list for freebies and alternate endings.
