Paranormal, BDSM, F/F - novel
TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf
Layna made a promise five years ago. A promise that she feels compelled not to break. Never mind that when she made it she never intended to keep it. Though her best friend is truly terrified for her and that the cards foretell death, Layna knows she must face the past in order to ever truly be free from it.
This book is heartbreakingly well written. I was emerged in details immediately and found myself lost completely in it’s haunting beauty. The author did a more than admirable job of pulling me into the dark dismal story-line of the occult. She did her research well as everything was accurate in concern with the good and bad practices among the occult. I didn’t feel the need to roll my eyes once.
The characters are anything but mainstream, too in-depth and dimensional for that. While she does have characters that are clearly light and dark, she mostly leaves it to the reader to decide.
Brandon really is bad news. He is the bad boy that all good girls should stay far away from. He knows this about himself, hence why he pushes Layna away. There in lies his redeeming quality and why as the reader you’ll find yourself rooting Layna on despite the fact that your thinking she is ten kinds of stupid for wanting him.
So here we are with me giving nothing but complimentary comments and yet it’s only a four star. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and have every intention of re-reading it again. However with that said, I can’t really recommend this read to a majority and would actually advice some readers too stay far away. Setting aside the fact that this has some serious graphic BDSM with lots of pain, most emotionally impacted readers won’t be able to read this either. While I appreciate the amount of work it took for the author to inspire such emotions as
fear, anticipation, suspense, despair, agony, and much more. She didn’t put the same amount of work into pulling us the readers out of those emotions. Your left with and almost melancholy feeling despite the book ending well. Really though for those that think they can handle it, Painted Love is worth the read.
“I suppose I shall leave you alone,” she said coolly, and, teeth clenched, she turned to leave.
“You will stay.”
Her breath hitched and excitement slithered down her spine at the command in his husky voice. On the other side of the door, a growing crowd mumbled in the gallery.
She wanted to hop across the room like an eager puppy, but she forced herself to slink casually to him. She didn’t want to appear as eager for his touch as she actually was. She met his piercing eyes through a veil of mascaraed lashes.
“You’re beautiful.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She nearly moaned at his touch as heat rushed from his fingers to her sex. Her growing arousal was nearly uncontrollable.
She grabbed his hand and pressed her lips to his fleshy palm. “Let me please you.” His scent, his touch, the dark, heated look in his eyes, it was a toxic cocktail, and she was drunk with it.
He smiled fiendishly at her plea. His evil grin sent electric currents zinging through her whole body. Pure devilry sparkled in his dark eyes.
“On the floor. On your knees.” He jerked her hand and threw her to the floor.
She scrambled to the floor and hiked up her dress. So much for trying not to appear eager. She watched him over her shoulder hungrily as he knelt gracefully behind her and unzipped his trousers. She arched her back and gyrated her hips in the air. Her lust turned to necessity.
He tugged her damp panties aside and brushed her wet lips with his finger. She shivered. He grabbed both her hips and slid his hard shaft into her. She bit her bottom lip and stifled a moan. He pumped her furiously in a desperate race to completion. Every thrust sent shocks of pleasure through her body and created sparkles behind her shut eyes.
Somehow, between the pulses of heat that throbbed through her, she was able to remember the door had no lock. On the other side of that door was a growing crowd of people, and at any moment, anyone could walk in and find them rutting like animals in the middle of the floor. The wantonness of it added to the thrill. She came hard, clenching around his shaft and grunting back a wail.
He pulled her hips back and buried his cock deep in her. She shuddered and balled her hands into fists as her orgasm peaked, then slowly subsided.
Her breath had not yet slowed when she remembered she was supposed to be pleasing him, not the other way around.
He pushed her off of him and sat in the nearest chair. “Finish me,” he ordered hoarsely.
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