Fiona Murphy
His Dirty Promises
His Dirty Promises
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Three billionaire brothers: Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money can’t buy. Three big beautiful women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal of all, falling in love.
Dante Sabatini. Billionaire, manwhore extraordinaire—and my new next-door neighbor. Two years ago, my sister married his brother. Over the years I’ve heard all about him and seen his pictures everywhere, yet between me away in school and Dante’s hectic… ahem, “social life,” we keep missing each other. Until the day I move in across the hall from him. Nothing could have prepared me for Dante Sabatini in person. He’s more gorgeous than a photo could do justice—and more of an a$$hole than I thought was humanly possible.
Oh yeah, and he wants me. Me? Plus size, virgin, twenty-four to his thirty-five, nobody to the models and actresses he’s been with. Seriously? Only the jerk refuses to take me up on my begging to learn everything I can under his expert tutelage. We’re family now, and there’s too much at stake when we crash and burn he insists.
This guy is giving me whiplash and driving me crazy. We’re only five hundred feet from each other, but we’re separated by so much more. All I want is some fun, no promises or hand-holding necessary. Once I get what I want, will we be able to survive everything that comes our way… or will we crash and burn, hurting the people we love the most as we do?
While this is the 2nd book in the Dirty Billionaires series all the books are standalones and you need not have read His Dirty Demands to enjoy His Dirty Promises.
Note: the paperback versions of this book come signed by the author!
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
As if my thoughts called her, the door to the condo opens. I stop in my tracks. I’m only able to blink when my eyes begin to burn. When I open them she’s still there. Thank fucking god. Shit, my mouth is watering. Bethany Jeffries, my new sister-in-law, is stunning. She’s a little thing, five-three, maybe five-four.
A heart-shaped face is surrounded by long hair in the color of mahogany, deep, rich brown with touches of garnet red. I can’t wait to wrap it around my fist. Her hazel eyes are wide as they meet mine. A shot of electricity runs up my spine. Her cupid’s bow mouth is a little o of surprise. I envision those lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. It will fit perfectly there. Does she know? Is it why those round cheeks glow red?
“Dante Sabatini.” I marvel I managed to get the words out.
“Bethany Jeffries.” She stares at my hand for so long I drop it.
She’s smart. I’m not sure I would be able to let her go. I watch in fascination as her throat works to swallow. My eyes drop down to trail over her body, as they first did when I saw her. Jesus Christ, what the hell is she doing running around so barely dressed?
The black camisole is struggling to contain breasts growing heavy and swollen beneath my gaze. When her nipples harden, my cock begins aching. Stunning. I have no doubt she is a 40DD, maybe a 42. I’m a breast man, a connoisseur, and hers are exquisite. No bra yet they’re still high, round, and shit, stop staring at her breasts.
My eyes flick up. Hmm… her teeth have captured her full bottom lip as those pretty hazel eyes run over my body. I have my jacket over my arm, my dark blue shirt is half-unbuttoned showing the tank undershirt beneath. I’m not the only who likes what they see.
Only I want to do more than see. I want to touch every inch of her and know the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. And fuck me, do I want to taste all of her—from that delectable mouth to the pussy I smell hot and wet for me to the valley between those beautiful breasts to the skin of her neck where I can see her pulse beating.
The ding of the elevator seconds before it opens yanks me out of my fantasy. What the fuck? A young guy comes out of the elevator holding a small bag and a large coffee from the big-name coffee place across the street. He barely glances my way. Like me, once his eyes find Bethany, nothing else exists. Her shy smile of thanks flips a switch I never knew I had.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I growl at the guy.
His eyes widen, and he stumbles back into the elevator.
I turn to her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing running around half-dressed?” I roar. Why the fuck am I so pissed? Because his eyes were running over her gorgeous body.
She jumps, her hand tightening around the cup has the contents spilling down the front of her. I groan as I watch the fabric mold even tighter to her. I’m so engrossed I never see it coming. Bethany flings what’s left in the cup at me. Damn, that’s hot.
“I’m trying to have coffee and eat in peace you judgmental asshole. If I were standing out here naked it would be none of your fucking business!”
I’m so shocked I don’t even realize she’s walking away until the door slamming echoes around me. Instantly I’m aware I’m covered in coffee and my cock is still hard. Fuck. This is bad. Really fucking bad. She’s my little sister, to quote Cesare. Little? No, she’s the perfect damn size—everywhere. And she’s not my little sister. She’s my sister-in-law. Right. If Cesare knew the thoughts running through my mind about my new sister-in-law, he’d punch me in the balls.
Damn it. Stop it. No, not happening. Wrong, bad, fucked up.
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