Brutal Billionaires Book 1
By Laurelin Paige
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As the new CEO of Sebastian News Corp, Holt Sebastian has the power to give Brystin Shaw her dream career. But at what cost? Find out in Brutal Billionaire.
He’ll get what he wants—even if I’m already taken.
Holt Sebastian is royalty in our world.
As CEO of the Sebastian News Corp, he’s the man with all the power. The man who decides if I’ll always just be a local television anchor or if I’ll be the rising star of my own show.
I make it my mission to be noticed. Make him see my potential. But soon, it's clear he's the one in charge.
His possessiveness is brutal.
His eyes own everything they touch. I feel his gaze on me when he's in the room. The heat of them as they rake down my body, taking me in, marking me as his. He doesn’t just want me on the screen—he wants me in his bed.
And Holt Sebastian gets what he wants.
No one will stop him, no one will get in his way.
No one can protect me from his desire.
Not even the man who promised nothing would come between us and his ambition—my husband.
Laurelin Paige delivers a twist on Indecent Proposal in this billionaire workplace standalone romance featuring elements of fake relationship, marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, and a new alphahole readers will love to hate.
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“Come on, Brystin. It’s a long walk, but it’s a short ride. Hop up.” Without warning, his hands come down on my waist, directing me where to stand, and even through the thin layer of my tank and the thickness of his leather gloves, I feel heat. The kind of heat that happens low in the belly. The kind of heat that leads to trouble.
Yeah this is a real bad idea.
But considering how I have no good excuse, it’s also a bad idea to refuse. Just for different reasons.
“Okay. Sure.” He helps me put my foot into the holster, and I try not to think about the way his hands linger on my ass when he helps push me up to the saddle. Instantly, my shorts are riding up my butt crack. “I should have worn jeans.”
The comment only draws Holt’s attention to my legs, but he misinterprets my reasoning. “I’m sure I’ll keep you warm.”
“That wasn’t. I meant.” Do I really want to explain what’s happening with my panties? It doesn’t help that now I have goosebumps sprouting down my skin. From the attention, not the cold. “Okay.”
I’m burning from embarrassment, but yeah, okay.
And then Holt climbs on the horse—not in front of me, but behind me. On a saddle meant for one. “Oh.”
“It will be a tight fit.” His body practically encases me. His arms come around my center, his thighs hug my hips, and since I’m sure he intended the double entendre, my mind is so completely in the gutter. “But we’ll make it work.”
Make it work means that I’m pretty much sitting on him. I try to adjust, moving myself forward so that my weight is on my thighs, but he pulls me back against him. “You’re good like this,” he says. His words are hot at my ear, and he was right—if I was cold before, I’m definitely not now.
“Are you sure? You can’t be comfortable.” I squirm, trying to somehow make more room.
“Brystin. I’m good.” His voice is even deeper than usual. “Trust me.”
Then I feel it.
I feel exactly how good he is. How blessed he is, anyway, because I’m pretty damn positive that the bulge against my ass has grown. A lot.
All that money and power and God thought Holt Sebastian also needed a big dick.
Life is officially not fair.