Enforced Rules: Rules Series, #2

By Hanleigh Bradley

Aurora makes him want to break every rule he's ever made. She threatens to steal his control. A one night stand with CEO bad boy and all round "manwhore" Landon Peters will change Aurora's life, if she'll take a risk and break some rules.

She's under his skin, in his mind and pushing her way into his heart. She sees more than he wants her to.

Landon doesn't do vulnerable. He doesn't do weak. And that's exactly what she makes him. She's got him completely at her mercy.

Landon's world is unravelling fast and with control out of his reach, he might just push to enforce his rules in a desperate attempt to reclaim the control he craves. He told Aurora he would help her break her rules but he hadn't planned on it being at the expense of his own.

But will his need for control prove too much for Aurora, a young woman trying to break free.

Can this British bad boy and pretty English socialite balance their need for control or will their relationship fail before it even really begins?

Enforced Rules is the second book in a four book complete Billionaire Romance Series from USA Today Bestselling Author, Hanleigh Bradley.

"The sex scenes are smoking hot and I love how assertive Aurora has become! I just love this series and can't wait to read the next book!" - Behind Closed Doors

• Language: English
• Publisher: HB Books
• Release date: Apr 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386795216

Hanleigh Bradley

British Author Hanleigh Bradley writes Contemporary Romance about British twenty somethings in London.

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This book is written in UK English as the author is a British author. You may notice the occasion variation in spelling and grammar if you are used to reading in American English.

Contents

Epigraph

Dedication

Dear Reader,

1. Landon

2. Landon

3. Aurora

4. Landon

5. Landon

6. Aurora

7. Aurora

8. Landon

9. Aurora

10. Aurora

11. Landon

12. Landon

13. Aurora

14. Aurora

15. Landon

16. Landon

17. Aurora

18. Aurora

19. Landon

20. Landon

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Thank You!

About Hanleigh

Hanleigh's London

Believe me when I say that once you’ve been blinded by the light of the sun, you can no longer enjoy the stars.

They just no longer hold your gaze.

For Sinead, the little sister who thinks herself a rebel and the only person who could ever pretend to be me on the phone—A handy skill in a sister, when one needs an alibi.

Dear Reader,

Every single one of us has a list of rules we refuse to break, even if we don’t realise it. But sometimes the people we meet—and fall in love with—have a way of challenging that.

In that moment, we have a choice; keep the rules and stay safe or take a risk because to love is to live and a life without love is meaningless.

Hanleigh

Chapter one

Landon

Forty-eight hours. That’s all it has been since the moment I first saw her across the bar at The Kent Mockery, one of my best friends, Jarrod’s clubs. It has literally been a couple of days, but she’s somehow managed to get me to do things I would never normally do.

I’ve broken rules in the last forty-eight hours that I’m convinced I’ve never broken until now.

I could check them off on my fingers if I wasn't too scared to realise just how much she’s affecting me, the things I’ve done with her that I’d never have done with or for another woman and the things I’ve allowed her to do that I would never have allowed anyone else to do.

What’s scarier is the fact that I can’t bring myself to regret it. She makes me want to break every rule I’ve ever given myself, so long as I break them with her.

That is the scary part—the fact that I’m so comfortable with her. I want to tell her everything; how I feel, what I think, what I’ve done, who I am…

I’m used to keeping my cards close to my chest, but with her, I feel like I’m about to lower my hand in defeat. My poker face doesn’t seem to have the same opacity that it once did. I’m pretty sure she sees right through it, and that is beyond terrifying.

She’s sitting on the sofa in my living room wearing one of my shirts.

I can see her through the glass doors as I pour us both some wine and it’s perhaps the most intoxicating sight I’ve ever seen. Her dark, chestnut coloured hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head with a few tendrils framing her face, and my shirt is hanging off one shoulder, giving me the perfect view of her collar bone. It’s clear and pronounced. She’s quite thin with small pert breasts. Usually, the women I sleep with have slightly bigger breasts, but for some reason, I think hers are perfect.

After dinner, I’d rushed her back here so that I could fuck her. She’d had me hard from the moment I saw her. There’s power in that, this ability she has to make me want her with just a smile or a wink or merely the look of her.

It’s a power no one has ever had over me before.

Normally by this point, I’d have sent her home, but with Aurora, that feels a lot harder to do than it ever has before.

It was always routine; usual practice.

Screw and say goodbye. No exchange of numbers. No option of more hook ups. However, the idea of saying goodbye to Aurora is not an option, and that makes everything else a preference. I prefer her here with me, so here she stays. Even if it goes against all of the rules I’ve set, I won’t let her go just yet.

There’s something about her that compels me to be different with her.

I’m seriously considering talking to her about everything my mother told me today, but I don’t know if I can. Perhaps more importantly, I’m not sure I want to. It’s as if it would taint this perfect moment.

What I want right now is to take her back to my bed. We’ve had a fantastic evening, and I don’t want to ruin it with all this stuff with my family.

Besides, I have not had my fill of her yet.

I’m not sure I ever will.

It’s strange because I don’t know what it is about her that is so different from all the other women I’ve slept with. Of course, she is beautiful, but so were they. There’s something about her that makes her different, better, more important to me but I’ve yet to put my finger on it.

When I walk back into the living room with the wine, Aurora is curled up on the sofa with her feet hidden beneath her. She looks incredibly at ease, and I can’t stop the smile that covers my face in reaction to seeing her like that in my home.

I’ve never tried to make the women I sleep with feel welcome in my apartment before. I’ve always been a fuck and chuck sort of guy, until now that is.

I slide onto the sofa next to her and pull her against myself, putting an arm around her. I need to touch her. I grab the remote control for the television from the sofa beside us and quickly flick the TV on to the news. I check the headlines before turning my head towards Aurora.

'Is there anything else I can get you? You aren’t hungry or anything?'

'No, thank you.' Aurora grins at me before looking back at the television.

'Will you stay?' I ask, and I can hear an urgency in my voice that I don’t recognise.

Before meeting Aurora, I had rules for everything from work to dating and from dating to dealing with my family. I’d never allowed any of the women I dated to stay the night in this apartment until I met Aurora a few nights ago.

But one of the things I like most about being with Aurora is waking up with her in the morning, her hair spread out on my pillow with a smile on her face as she dreams.

I sound like a sap.

Ayden would laugh at me. He’d enjoy this.

'Sure.'

Her eyes are sparkling as I almost sigh with relief.

'Do you want to go to bed?' I ask her quietly while stroking her hair gently.

'I guess I could sleep.' She yawns.

'Who said anything about sleeping?' I wink at her.

A second barely passes before she’s blushing again.

I love teasing that blush out of her. I take her by the hand and pull her to her feet. I take the wine glass that she’s holding before leading her down the hall towards my bedroom. Stopping momentarily, to enter the kitchen.

Aurora pauses in the hallway, waiting for me as I place our empty glasses in the sink in the kitchen.

She looks stunning standing there in my blue shirt that shows off her legs perfectly. She’s barefoot with one leg curled around the other as she leans against the door post.

I feel myself getting hard just looking at her. I stride across the kitchen and through the open door, back into the hallway and practically drag Aurora into my bedroom.

By the time, I’ve got her on my bed, I’ve already got the buttons of the shirt undone, and she’s completely naked underneath it.

She’s exquisite.

I kiss every inch that I’ve uncovered. I want to take my time with her, relishing in her, but I don’t think I have the self-control. I remove my clothes as quickly as I can.

I kiss her. She kisses me back, and it’s like I’m a drowning man getting my first burst of oxygen at the surface of the darkest, most cavernous ocean imaginable.

Without breaking the kiss, I grab a condom from the bedside cabinet and pull it onto my hard, throbbing cock.

I’m inside her in a flash.

My hands are all over her; I have to touch every inch of her. I want to possess her. I want to own her completely.

If I’m too rough, she doesn’t complain.

I’ve got both her hands above her head in one hand as I assault her neck with my mouth. I kiss. I suck. I bite. I lick.

She moans as her toes curl in ecstasy. She looks at me as if she can see right through me, and suddenly I feel an incredible sense of vulnerability.

How is it that I have her completely at my mercy, literally under my control, and yet she makes me feel like I’m completely defenceless against her?

I close my eyes as if to hide behind my lids. When I open them again, she’s not looking at me. Her eyes are screwed shut as if she is fighting for control too.

It must be hard for her. She’s completely thrown away the rule book. I can’t help but respect her for it. I’m not sure that I can do the same.

'Let go,' I whisper. 'Trust me.'

I don’t know where the words come from, but they are exactly what she needs. She takes me over the edge with her, and I can’t help but take pride in the noises she’s making because I know that I’m the only one who has ever heard those sounds from her mouth.

Sometime later, she’s curled up against my side like a tiny kitten, but I can’t sleep. I stare at the ceiling, not knowing what I’m looking for. I glance down at the girl beside me before climbing out of bed. Looking down at her, I see how her body searches me out as if her subconscious feels the loss of physical connection.

I walk out of the room and into my closet, grabbing a pair of jogging pants. I pad barefoot through my apartment to the stairs and head up to a part of my home that Aurora has never seen.

I contemplate going into my home office and doing a couple of hours of work but that is the last thing I want to do, and I don’t want to exercise, so the gym isn’t an option either. So instead, I turn left and head into my apartment’s second living room. Two of the walls are made completely of glass and allow me the most beautiful views of the city.

Heading over to the bar, I pour myself a whiskey before going to stand at the window to look out. Even though it’s cold out, I step out onto the balcony for some fresh air.

I don’t know how long I stand there lost in my thoughts about Aurora, my thoughts about my mother and my brother, and my father’s company… but she takes me completely by surprise when she wraps an arm around my waist.

'You’re freezing,' she says shyly.

I look down at her. She’s wrapped up in a bed