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65 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 21, 2014
I don’t even know him. We have nothing in common except this chemistry.My first experience with this erotic retelling of Little Red Riding Hood was earlier this year. I was introduced to part one of Red & Wolfe in the Bend Anthology. Even after finishing the book of short stories from eight badass authors, the intriguing story from Ella James remained my favorite of the collection.
Why do we ignite each other this way?
I almost died. He saved me. I’m still here, and this feels good. I’m tired of second-guessing everything.When we last left little Red, she was getting on a boat heading for Rabbit Island with a man she just met.
I wonder what kind of man he is. I know he’s a sex god, and controlling. And an asshole. Manipulative. Doesn't like people.Race came out of seclusion for one purpose - do whatever is necessary to keep his island sanctuary. The only thing standing in his way is the spitfire redheaded granddaughter of the former owner...
“I have a proposition for you, Red.”That's a killer deal. Wolfe has proven himself as a gifted lover. Both characters are lonely beyond measure... But can the best fuck of your life really fill the void in your soul?
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“Stay here with me. Rest. You’ll want for nothing, and you won’t have to make any decisions.”
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“You’ll be satisfied in every way you can imagine.”
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"I would take care of you. Take care of all your needs. And you’d take care of mine.”
He slides his button up under my ass and pulls his boxer-briefs, freeing an enormous, vein-striped, purple-headed fuck machine.This is how Red & Wolfe Part II begins. Don’t you love it when a story starts with a bang?
"You're ready to be fucked? (...)"
"Not yet, Red.(...)"
"Not yet.(...)"
"Patience, Red.(...)"
"Try to exercise some patience.(...)"
He's smirking at me again. The smirk smooths out, but his lips is twitching like he wants to smile.Sooo... He is still smirking?
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"I have a brief and random longing to touch his beard. This leads me to realize I didn't touch his dick one time during our... exchange.
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"... as if his gaze is being controlled by a magnet."I had a visual in my mind of his eyes trying to burst out of his eye sockets.
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"As if he hears my thoughts, Race looks down at me. I can feel him more than see him, since I'm turned towards the trees behind us.
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"As we move into the trees, the rain peters into dribble. Further beneath the cover of pines, oaks, and other leafy, moss-flung trees, it's almost dry. Every few steps, a raindrop hits my head or shoulders. I look around, trying to pin down some specifics on exactly we are, but still no use. It's all just trees to me. Trees that rise that rise up from boggy ground of decomposing leaves and pine-straw. Trees where moss sways gently in the breeze."
What should be a quiet swim ends with a proposition, the revealing of "W" and then a phone call that could disturb their new quiet peace...
Ella James isn't kidding when she described this as an Erotic Fairytale, it's definitely not one for the kids.
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