The Initiation (Filthy Rich Americans, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

shiver.

“I saw you at the bar with your sister that night. You were swaying to the music, all happy, and pretty, and it pissed me off. My father had already laid out plans for me. I was supposed to be with Emily, but that wasn’t what I wanted.”

“So, yeah. I knew you were behind me when I called you a nobody. I did it on purpose, because I couldn’t stand you with anyone else. I wanted you for myself.”

“See? You’re like me. You say what you’re thinking, and no one talks to me like that. It’s one of the reasons I like you. Everyone else has their nose so far up my family’s ass it’s uncomfortable.” One of the reasons. What were the others? “She also said you had zero chemistry.” The corner of his mouth quirked. “That should have been a dead giveaway. Because you and me, Marist? There’s no fucking issue of chemistry. I still remember what you taste like.” Oh, Lord.

“You look great,” he said, “but I miss the green hair.”

You should have fought for her hair asshole

Macalister was Zeus. He fucked with the mortals just for the fun of it. For sport.

He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. He knows I’m not going to fuck you.” The wine in my glass sloshed as I jerked. “What?” It was amazing how I wasn’t interested in that . . . until it was suddenly off the table. “Do you need board approval for that too?”

“All right.” And then I said the words I never expected to utter in my lifetime. “I’ll go home with you, Royce.”

Tea

“Last time I was here—your graduation party? There was a man at the door, announcing everyone when they came in.” He gave a short, amused laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like some pretentious shit my family would do.”

He was a beautiful man, surrounded by danger.

“Fucker cost three grand at the vet and sheds everywhere, but the upside is—as I mentioned—my father hates him.”

“Oh, you want me to come to you?” His tone was silk.

delicious

coiled

enamored

Kissing me had literally brought Royce Hale to his knees.

peril.

“That wasn’t very good,” I whispered. “Try again.” He laughed, and the deep, warm sound was addictive. “You’re so full of shit.” His eyes were alight with humor, but sex simmered as well.

subpar.”

“Oh, you’re adorable.” He licked a line up to my ear, drawing a shudder from me. His voice was encouraging and persuasive. “Do it like you mean it.”

Stone sheathed in velvet.

Was I supposed to talk about someone else when I had a guy’s dick in my hand?

LOL

His embarrassment of me had been such a turn-off, I’d told him I’d changed my mind, and that his micropenis would be our little secret.

slalomed

“I’m fucking embarrassed.” He sucked in a deep breath as he stepped back. “I could have killed us.”

This is why you learn to drive when your 16

“You could have killed us, and I would have died a virgin.”

“When I put a ring on your finger,” he murmured in the hollow of my throat, “I’ll fuck you non-stop. I’m going to get inside you, Marist, and probably never want to leave.”

tumultuous.

voracious

My stomach flipped over on itself as I declared the worst part. “And I masturbate nearly every day.” “You do?” Lust pooled in his expression. “That’s hot, Marist.”

“What the fuck is this?” I jammed the statement at her, my finger on the line pointing it out. “You spent four thousand dollars at Chanel last week?”

“Because for him to join the board?” Her hand squeezed so hard it was uncomfortable. “He has to fuck you in front of them.”

Im sorry what

“You should know,” he said, using the same straightforward tone, “if my father had asked me to pick, I’d have chosen the one sitting across from me right now, not eating her ice cream and looking pissed.”

There was awe in his voice. “You are devastating.”

“Be Medusa,” he whispered. I sucked in a final breath, let go of my dress, and as it cascaded down my body, I unleashed my power, turning all the men into stone.

Trepidation

This was a merger, but it didn’t have to lack emotion or passion. I was supposed to be in control, and I decided to flex my power.

anew.