His Bound Woman: A Rich & Reckless Romance, #2

By Sophia Gray

His Bound Woman is book 2 of A Rich & Reckless Romance trilogy. Book 3, His Bound Plaything, is available everywhere now!

My billionaire boss wants to make me his bride.

I was in danger from the minute I stepped into his office.
But there's no escaping a man like Enzo Lennox.
He'll either force me to bend across his desk…
Or put a ring on my finger so I belong to him for life.

I should've have run away as soon as I had the chance.
But there was something about Enzo that had me frozen in place.
His eyes…
His hands…
The words that came out of his mouth – so shocking and filthy and downright powerful.

I did everything I could to resist him.
But he saw right through that.
He knew what was boiling below my surface:

Need. Desire. Craving.

I was his slave from the second his eyes landed on me.

Everyone warned me away from him.
He's a player, a scoundrel, they said.
Here one day and gone the next.
A broken heart was inevitable.

I know all that.
And yet, when Enzo puts his hands on my hips,
I can't help but submit.

But no matter how much I give, he wants more.
The billionaire is not just satisfied with my body.

He wants to own my heart, my mind, my soul.
He wants me as his bound bride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386067108

Book preview

Sign up to my mailing list by clicking here:

http://dl.bookfunnel.com/sqou66sq56

Also, follow me on Facebook for hot content and free giveaways!

https://www.facebook.com/Sophia-Gray-1096596530486125/

HIS BOUND WOMAN: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (Rich & Reckless Romance Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

My billionaire boss wants to make me his bride.

I WAS IN DANGER FROM the minute I stepped into his office.

But there’s no escaping a man like Enzo Lennox.

He’ll either force me to bend across his desk...

Or put a ring on my finger so I belong to him for life.

I should’ve have run away as soon as I had the chance.

But there was something about Enzo that had me frozen in place.

His eyes...

His hands...

The words that came out of his mouth – so shocking and filthy and downright powerful.

I did everything I could to resist him.

But he saw right through that.

He knew what was boiling below my surface:

Need. Desire. Craving.

I was his slave from the second his eyes landed on me.

Everyone warned me away from him.

He’s a player, a scoundrel, they said.

Here one day and gone the next.

A broken heart was inevitable.

I know all that.

And yet, when Enzo puts his hands on my hips,

I can’t help but submit.

But no matter how much I give, he wants more.

The billionaire is not just satisfied with my body.

He wants to own my heart, my mind, my soul.

He wants me as his bound bride.

Chapter 1

Enzo

Icould barely look at Audrey without feeling completely mad. She was sitting there, staring down at the papers in her lap, twirling a strand of thick brown hair in her fingers. She looked desirable, she looked sexy, and now I wanted her more badly than I ever had before.

This is fucking insane, I thought as I ran a hand through my hair. You’ve never gone batty like this over a chick! What the hell is her deal? But even trying to rationalize it didn’t make me feel any better. Audrey wasn’t like any other girl I’d ever slept with. I knew it, she knew it, and I didn’t think there was anything I could do to change that.

On top of that, the shoe store thing was really bothering me. At the end of the day, Audrey delivered a stack of papers to my desk. Everything was neatly outlined and marked in red pen.

These are all the times he used that phrase, she said, licking her lips and leaning down over me to show with her finger. As she leaned close, her scent of strawberries and talc washed over me, and I had to close my eyes and dig my fingers into my thigh so I wouldn’t grab her and throw her over the desk. Audrey had no idea how desirable she was, how very attractive I found her. It was dangerous, having her this close. But I knew that I didn’t have any other choice. I was addicted to her now, and I had nothing to do but ride out the addiction until I was free from it.

I’d never felt the way I felt about Audrey. It scared me. The only other time I was ever close was when I was growing up. My friend, Tony, had come from a rich family. My family had been poor as dirt and from the wrong side of the tracks. I never thought that I’d amount to be anything in life, and that was probably one of the reasons Tony befriended me in high school. We were fourteen years old, in the same algebra class, and one day he leaned over and slipped me a joint...

This’ll relax you, Lennox, Tony said with a smirk. We snuck out of class and shared the joint under the canopy overhang by the teachers’ parking lot. It was the first time I ever remembered enjoying myself at school.

Tony was suaver than me, more confident. He’d already had two girlfriends, and he’d fingered one of them by the time we became friends. Teachers hated him. He was good-looking, cocky, and completely arrogant—basically, their worst nightmare come to life. When the two of us were together, we ran around town with Tony’s older brothers, causing hell for any girl who dared cross the street.

We’d been friends for almost a year when I met Cindy. She was beautiful. Seventeen years old, amazing tits, perfect tanned skin, and blonde hair. She hung around Tony’s house all the time—I thought she had a crush on one of his older brothers. Whenever I saw her, I thought my heart was going to explode and leap out of my chest.

My parents were so poor that I was ashamed of where we lived, so Tony never came over to my place. Instead, I spent most of the summer living with him. We’d stay up all night playing video games and gorging ourselves on the snacks and candy that his mother would lovingly provide. We’d sleep in until noon, then go wake up by taking a swim in Tony’s backyard pool. I remember being deliriously happy in that summer. I envied Tony so much, but I was starting to enjoy my life as his friend.

Cindy’s smokin’ hot, Tony said one night. We were taking a late-night swim, the pool lit up with submerged lights. I want to bang her.

I snorted. She’s too hot for you, I teased. She wouldn’t even let you touch her.

Tony smirked at me. She’d do anything for my brother, he said wistfully. I wish I knew how to tell her he’s already got a girlfriend.

I laughed. I knew that Marco, Tony’s older brother, was just as self-involved and cocky as he was. Marco probably had three girlfriends, all of them as gorgeous as Cindy. But he wouldn’t ever tell a girl to stop paying attention to him. It went against his ethos, like some kind of sacrilege. I admired him and hated him all at once. Even though I’d just turned fifteen, I felt as scrawny as ever. My chest caved in, and I had the thin, freckled arms of a little girl.

Cindy looks at you sometimes, Tony said with a sly smirk as we hauled ourselves out of the pool and lay panting on the still-hot concrete. She’s such a babe. I bet you could get her number.

Even though I didn’t believe him, my heart started thumping hard at Tony’s words. It was unbelievable that someone like Cindy would want anything to do with me. She wore perfume, she smoked cigarettes—she was so clearly above being involved with a teenager. Marco was twenty, and I understood her attraction to him; he was burly and muscular, with a hot car and a never-ending supply of pot. Tony used to pinch enough off of him just to roll joints for the two of us to share.

I swear it, Tony said. He nodded up and down. I caught her checking you out the other day.

In my rare moments alone, I fantasized about Cindy until I thought my dick was going to fall off from jacking off so often. I imagined her coming to me and sitting on my lap, pressing those amazing tits against my chest until her stiff nipples rubbed at my bare skin. She was the hottest thing I’d ever seen—my ultimate fantasy girl. I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to talk to her, but I always wished that she’d say something to me just the same.

One day, I got my wish. Tony and Marco were leaving for vacation, and I was hanging around their house like always. Their parents were taking them to Greece to meet their family, and even though I was only Tony’s best friend, I was offended at not being invited to go along. Tony and Marco were trying to make me jealous—telling me that in Greece there was no drinking age.

We’re gonna get blasted every night! Tony cried out, making a fist and slamming it down on the counter.