Taken by the Billionaire in Santorini

By Kayden Jones

This is a standalone insta-lust age-gap romance novella with a lot of steam.

When a man like him claims you as his, there is no turning back...

My deserved vacation in Greece turns upside down when this older billionaire sweeps me off my feet and claims me right among ancient ruins.
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It feels like paradise, but to him it is just money, another expense... he buys the law firm I work for on a whim, just to keep me closer to him and maybe this is too much control...
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A trail of rose petals leads to a trail of kisses and I finally submit to Oliver, the sexiest older billionaire in the world!

For adult eyes only. All characters are over eighteen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayden Jones
• Release date: May 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223905608

Kayden Jones

Kayden had a lot of adventures during her teenage years and a lot of fun with dominant older men. Now she writes about these adventures in her books unless she is busy getting seduced by another older alpha!You are guaranteed to find a lot of dominant older men and submissive young women on the pages of her books, so grab a copy and enjoy![e-mail]

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Taken by the Billionaire in Santorini

Age Gap Billionaire Romance

Kayden Jones

Copyright © 2024 Kayden Jones

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter One

Istep onto the balcony, a gentle breeze playing with my hair as I gaze at the sweeping panorama of Santorini. The caldera stretches out before me, a vast, tranquil sea cradled by cliffs adorned with white-washed buildings that glow in the sunlight. The air is filled with the scent of the ocean and blooming flowers, and I can hear distant laughter and music from the town below. My heart swells with a sense of freedom — it’s an escape from the relentless demands of courtrooms and legal briefs.

The soft fabric of my dresses flutters in the wind as I stand before the full-height window, the natural light painting my skin in warm tones. I trail my fingers over the delicate materials, contemplating which to wear, feeling the promise of adventure tingling on my skin. My body, usually confined in tailored suits, yearns for something lighter, more daring. I select a short summer dress with a floral pattern that clings to my curves, then make a thrilling decision: no bra, no panties. Today, I crave the sensation of complete liberation.

Venturing into the labyrinthine streets of Santorini, I avoid the throngs of tourists, seeking out the authenticity hidden within quiet alleyways and secluded courtyards. The cobblestones are warm under my feet, the sun kisses my bare shoulders, and I relish in the dance of unfamiliar Greek words floating through the air. My dress billows slightly with each step, the secret of my nakedness beneath making my pulse quicken with every gust of wind.

As the day unfolds, curiosity draws me to Akrotiri’s ancient ruins — a place where history whispers from the crumbling stones. Amongst the remnants of a lost civilization, I notice him: an American, unmistakably so, yet he carries himself with an ease that speaks volumes of his familiarity with this land.

He’s tall, his stature commanding attention, with short black hair that stands in stark contrast to the deep tan of his skin. His green eyes hold the depth of the Aegean Sea, and there’s an undeniable ruggedness to him, an attractive brutality shaped by years and experience. He wears a simple linen shirt that fails to conceal the muscular frame beneath, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms etched with subtle veins. There’s a casual elegance about him, the kind that comes not from wealth but from a life well lived. And even though he’s older, much older than me, there’s an allure there, a magnetic pull that ignites something primal within me.

I hesitate for only a moment before our gazes lock — his green eyes are like a siren call, and I can’t help but respond. With an assured stride that speaks of confidence, he approaches me amidst the ancient ruins. The boldness of his movement sends a shock of arousal through my core, igniting a flame I thought long extinguished by the endless