The Invitation 3:
Release
by Roxy Sloane
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EPILOGUE
THE INVITATION SERIES:
The Invitation 1
The Invitation 2: Surrender
The Invitation 3: Release
Dedicated to my readers, many of whom
I’m proud to call friends. It’s so great to hear your
excitement about my characters. I will keep trying
to make your reading pleasurable ;)
PROLOGUE
What is true release?
The delicious sting of pain against needy flesh. Fingers digging into you, spreading you open. That slow grind of friction when I pound deep inside you, low and dirty and so fucking forbidden.
You want it. You’re slick and panting, craving the pleasure only my cock can provide. Your damp pussy aches to be stretched. Filled. Possessed.
But something is holding you back. You’re right there on the precipice, but you can’t take that leap off the edge.
You’re not ready for me yet.
Because what you don’t realize is that there can be no surrender without trust. Unconditional and absolute. It’s not just your body, but your mind, too. Every last defense, all those voices holding you back.
Quiet your mind.
Open your body.
Take everything I have to give you—and more.
And then, only then will you understand.
This invitation is not just for the night.
It’s forever.
CHAPTER ONE
JUSTINE
I stand in the middle of the luxurious hotel room, the blindfold hanging from my fingertips. After weeks of thrilling, sexy games, I’m finally face to face with my mystery man. The guy who’s driven me wild, pushed every last one of my limits – and made me orgasm harder than anyone in my life before.
It’s Ash.
My Ash.
I stare at him in total shock.
“It’s me, JJ,” he says with a soft smile. “It was always me.”
He reaches for me, still naked in bed, looking illegally hot. But I lurch away. My head is spinning. I can’t believe it. All this time, it was him. By day, he acted like he barely knew me, fighting every step of the way as opposition on my client’s lawsuit. But by night…
I feel stunned, remembering all the things I did for him. Wearing sex toys in public, visiting that kinky club. I left my door unlocked, had him walk right into my apartment and touch me. Kiss me.
Fuck me.
And you were thinking about him the whole time.
I snap back. I’m still naked, my body still glowing from the epic orgasm he just delivered. It finally sinks in.
Ash. I just had sex with Ash – and I didn’t even know it.
I grab a robe from the hotel closet and belt it tightly around myself. I look frantically around for my clothes. I don’t know where they are, I was too caught up in the erotic thrill of having my mystery admirer’s hands on me, but I find my shoes kicked off across the room, and my panties in a damp heap on the floor.
“JJ?” Ash’s voice comes, concerned now. “Talk to me.”
“What is there to say?” I snap back. Tears of humiliation sting in my eyes as I pull my dress over my head. “You win.”
“What do you mean?”
I ignore his question, yanking my shoes back on. I look around for my clutch purse, but I don’t see it anywhere. “Where’s my purse?” I demand, my voice shaking. I have about ten seconds before I break down completely, and I can’t be here when it happens. I can’t let him see how much he’s hurt me.
“My purse,” I say again. I toss pillows from the bed to the floor, and bend to my knees to check under the dresser. “I need my wallet, and keys. Where is it?”
“Here.”
I look up. Ash is holding it, standing by the door in just his briefs. I stalk over and grab it, but he pulls back. His blue eyes flash dark with concern. “JJ, talk to me. What’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” I echo, my voice rising. “Why do you care? You did it. Congratulations. You won.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” Ash demands, still holding tight to my purse. The one thing I need if I’m going to get the hell out of this nightmare.
“Because it’s true. This was all a big game to you. And I fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.”
My heart aches, I bite back the tears. I didn’t know my mystery man’s identity, but I opened up to him like nobody else. I let him see me at my most vulnerable. I trusted him.
And all along, Ash was laughing at me behind my back. What kind of fool does that make me?
“You planned it from the start, didn’t you?” I look at him, realizing the truth. “The minute you discovered I was the opposing counsel on this case. That’s why you flew out, when you could have had one of your minions handle it. You wanted to be here, to fuck with me in person.”
“JJ, no—” Ash starts to argue, but I won’t let him. The humiliation and betrayal is hardening into anger, and I hold onto that with everything I’ve got.
Anger will help me. Anger will keep me from collapsing into tears right here in the middle of the floor.
“Was it fun for you?” I spit. “Watching me run around, trying to untangle the big mystery? Knowing that no matter how much you belittled me in the office, I’d spread my legs for you after-hours?”
Ash looks shocked. “It wasn’t like that.”
“So tell me how it was,” I demand. “Go on, tell me what the hell was going on in that head of yours. Because right now, I can’t think of a single good reason you have for tricking me like this, stringing me along like I’m some kind of cheap toy!”
“You need to calm down.” Ash reaches for me again. I feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his touch, and dammit, my body betrays me, flooding with heat all over again.
“No!” I shove him, hard. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not anymore!”
My stomach twists, remembering the invitations. All those instructions, his whispered, sexy orders. I followed them blindly.
And you loved every minute of it.