Entwined Book Two: Entwined, #2

By Katherine King

FROM #1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR KATHERINE KING

​The second chapter in The Entwined Series

He was simply, and beautifully, gorgeous with a face that would haunt any woman's dreams.

And he'd been haunting mine since the day he left me…

But now I have to go on, to fight my own demons, while trying to make my mind - my body - forget about him.

Filled with sizzling sex scenes and a roller coaster ride of emotions, The Entwined Series is a set of stories that will keep you wanting more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katherine King
• Release date: Jul 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540188984

Katherine King

With her first two books in a two-part series, "Captivated," reaching #1 on Amazon and #2 on iTunes, Katherine King has established herself as an International Bestselling Romance Author. A mother, wife, dog lover, restauranteur and innkeeper, Katherine wears many hats...but by far her favourite job is being a writer. Sign up for her free starter library at www.katherineking2001.com

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Entwined

Book Two

Dedication

For my readers...

Thank you!!!

Special Thanks:

As always, to my amazing proofreaders, you are one in a million! Thank you so much Darlene Boone, Colleen Fowler, Kelly Ann Marshall, and Paula Newhook. Your support, which goes way past just proofreading, is just what this writer needs. I don’t know what I’d do without you! I hope I never have to find out.

XO

And to my Street Team...where would I be without you! All of your support in reading, promoting and most especially, sending me little notes of encouragement...I don’t know how I became so lucky to have you all come onboard when we have only met virally. Your unwavering support and dedication of your time makes my heart melt.

To my hubby Bernie, thanks for ousting me as an erotic romance author on Facebook. If you hadn’t done that, I don’t know if I would have been brave enough to tell people myself.

Of course, to the one person in my life, the first person who ever knew about my writing, who changed my life completely for the better - my amazing daughter, Rebecca. I definitely wouldn’t be writing today if it wasn’t for her. She was the one who put me on the path to publishing my writing and following a dream I always had since I was a girl.

To my queen Quinella, I couldn’t ask for a better writing companion.

I’m a lucky gal.

Entwined

Book Two

By Katherine King

CHAPTER 1

Eric

Looking down at the top of the golden head of the woman that is knelt before me, I close my eyes...

Trying to pretend it’s Alexa.

But the sucking sounds she is making, the overly animated moans of rapture that are reverberating around my cock from her throat just doesn’t feel right.

Squeezing my eyes shut even tighter, wishing I could do the same with my ears, I thrust my hips forward and place my hand on the back of her head.

Her hair feels too dry, too rough...

Not like Alexa’s, that was soft and had the tendency to curl itself possessively around my finger.

She lets out another moan of encouragement and it’s the last nail in my coffin of trying to bring myself to an orgasmic state.

Slowly, I feel myself soften, her mouth now feeling repulsive.

Hastily, I open my eyes and push her away, knocking her back onto her ass abruptly.

The way her naked breasts jiggle, registers in my mind as completely wrong.

They weren’t natural - graceful looking, with that perfect teardrop shape.

Instead, they sat unnaturally on her chest, like two hard melons, making her look like a human blow-up doll.

Disgusted, I reach down and pull up my pants.

That’s it? I hear her spit out, incredulously. You’re not even going to return the favor?

Buttoning my jeans, I bring my glance up to her.

Since returning to LA a few weeks ago, I’ve attempted to make the feeling go away by hurtling myself back into club hopping, always looking for my next lay. It didn’t work so I’d taken my helicopter to Las Vegas for the night, hoping the females of another city would at least peak my interest. As always when at a downtown LA nightclub, I never had to approach any of the interested females. They always approached me but ever since Alexa, it felt different. After they made the first move, as soon as I touched them, it felt all wrong.

None of them felt right when they pushed their body against mine in obvious invitation.

They didn’t smell right when I pushed my nose into their hair in an effort to try to forget how Alexa smelled.

Trying desperately, but always failing, to replace her scent with someone else’s.

No matter how many women I met, not one of them had held my attention or elicited enough of a sexual response in my body that enabled me to complete the sexual act.

Alexa had somehow put a spell on me.

And she haunted my mind – my soul – every day and every night.

My current hopeful bed partner quickly decides to make another attempt as she forces a fake smile, trying to smile invitingly to hide her anger.

Pulling the bottom of her ruby red lip into her mouth, she gently bites on it as she slowly opens her legs, allowing me the perfect view of her shaved cunt, in a last attempt to get me to stay and fuck her.

But her actions only accomplish the complete opposite as I feel what tiny bit of arousal I had left, wilt completely away...

Turning from her in an abrupt dismissal, I head to the hotel door of the room I’d rented for the evening in the hopes of being able to finally fuck away any thoughts of Alexa between someone else’s thighs.

A shoe whizzes past my head, striking the door just as I’m reaching my hand out to twist the knob.

You’re a heartless bastard, I hear her scream from behind me, where I left her sprawled on the floor.

Pausing for a moment, I stare at the door, her choice of words reverberating in my head.

I find myself nodding, agreeing with her.

You have no idea, I hear myself admit.

I feel my shoulders slump, feel the arrogance leave my body.

Leaving me feeling lost...

So very alone.

Sighing heavily, I turn the knob and swing the door open.

But as it closes behind me, my eyes, once again, slide closed as I think of her...

You’re an idiot for leaving her, - my mind silently reminds me.

My heart beats, throbbing hurtfully in my chest.

I miss her so god damn much...

The smell of her.

The taste of her.

She had been like tasting a fine rare wine.

Something so delicate but bold that a simple taste of her left you craving more.

But never being able to replace that once in a lifetime perfection, it leaves you always searching.

Never being able to replace her perfect aftertaste.

My shaky hands come up to my face, roughly rubbing over the many days of stubble that I hadn’t had the energy to remove.

Sighing deeply, I drop them back to my sides as my eyes open.

I stare down the long empty hallway of the hotel.

Feeling misplaced...

That this is no longer for me.

Forcing myself to put one step in front of the other, I slowly make my way to the elevator. I feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders as I press the button to take me to the lobby.

Sometimes the loneliness that sweeps through me feels strong enough to bring me to my knees.

To beg for mercy from whatever higher being that has seen fit to tease me with what it was like to be with someone like Alexa...

Who was so beautiful, independent, and strong, - but yet, so small that you felt that if you touched her, you could break her so easily.

Why did she have to have a kid? – I silently groan.

Anything else I could have dealt with.

Even another man.

Because I knew what I had with Alexa, it was instant and electric, something that I’d never felt before.

I also knew somehow, that she’d never felt it with anyone else.

If she’d been with another man, I know she would have chosen me. Our connection was too tangible for her to have feelings for someone else.

But a kid?

Fuck, I whisper underneath my breath.

The elevator dings its arrival and I step on as the doors slide open.

Jamming my thumb repeatedly into the lobby button until the doors slide shut, I swear aloud again.

Falling back against the elevator wall, I allow my head to tip back, connecting with a hard thud to the expensive paneled wood.

I welcome the slight thudding of pain to my head.

It helps take the focus off the much more intense pain in my chest, if only for a moment.

Lifting my head again, this time I intentionally force my head backwards, allowing it to connect with a harder thud against the wall, needing