The Good Girl Effect (Salacious Legacy, #1)

by Sara Cate

This book is dedicated to your praise kink.

“I see your potential. Each of you brings something special to the table. If you really worked together, you could make a club even better than what your parents created.

“This isn’t a punishment. It’s an experiment. I watched your parents’ club save lives, and I’m hoping this one will save yours. “One year. That’s all I ask. After the year is up, you can do what you want. “I’m begging you to give it a shot. “Find your family, and make this your home. “Sincerely, Ronan Kade”

Rule #1: You’ll almost always find something exciting inside a book.

I won’t settle for a life of contentment with someone else just to have a partner. I want fireworks and magic. I want to stare into someone’s eyes and feel seen. I want to find a soul that matches mine.

“Je suis désolée. J’ai commencé à faire à manger, nous nous amusions beaucoup, et je n’ai pas fait attention. Je suis une très bonne cuisinière en principe, et…”

I like being alone, I do, but sometimes I wish there was someone next to me whose shoulder I could rest my head on. Someone who would let me hold their hand as we watch the sun set over Paris. Someone who would listen to me tell stories about the trips I took to the basilica as a kid with my father. Someone who would pull me away from the crowds to kiss me under the shade of the tree growing up the side of the hill.

It’s salacious without being grotesque or vulgar. In fact, it’s almost beautiful.

I don’t think everything needs to be perfected as a skill. There’s nothing wrong with just enjoying something for the sake of enjoying it. We don't need to become better at it and certainly not perfect.

When I have you tied up, I will want to fuck you. And when you are tied up for me, you will want me to. In fact, you’ll beg for it. You’ll beg for my cock in your sweet, dripping little cunt. If this letter scares you—good. It’s meant to. I am not a kind or gentle man, Camille. And I’m no fucking teacher. I want you to fully understand what you ask of me because there is no chance of us going down this road with any part of it remaining innocent or appropriate. So tell me. Are you still curious?

want to know what it feels like to be bound the way you promise. And everything that comes with it. So tell me. Are you a man of your word? Or was this all talk? Camille

“You are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” Silently, I nod, making him crack a smile. It’s the most warmth he’s ever given me, and I’m hungry for more. “You’re playing with fire, you know that? I can’t seem to say no to you, although I should.”

“Good girl,” he replies, and it has me melting against the cabinets. The effect of those words alters my brain chemistry. They have me wanting to pull him closer, bury myself in his arms, and do whatever he wants as long as he praises me like that again.

“But maybe it’s not about profit, Jack,” she argues. “Maybe it’s about creating something special.”

“I’d cover you in rope and put you on display like my own little masterpiece.”

Rule #18: Never turn down a day in Paris with the handsome man you work for.

I have to clench my teeth together. “I am a good girl. How dare you imply otherwise?”

“Let’s just go back to the way things were before when you hated the sound of my voice, and you never came out of your room, and you lived like a shadow in your own house. Back when you hated me. It was much easier that way.”

You are not too much, not at all. Not for me. I know you have flaws, but you misunderstand me. I adore your imperfections. I love that you are impulsive and headstrong and you speak without thinking first. And I love that you are so curious that sometimes it gets you into trouble. I knew it the minute I walked into the kitchen and found you burning the rice to dance with my daughter. Those flaws are what I adore. When I say you’re perfect, I don’t mean that perfection defines you. I mean you define perfection.”

“I chose you because you are perfect in every way. You are perfect to me. You are everything I have ever wanted and will ever want, and I chose you as my date tonight because as long as you are in the room, I see no one else. Understand?”

Like Emerson said, it was never about sex. It’s about the people.