This is the third book in the Tangled series and it's the story of Matthew (Drew's best friend) and Dee (Kate's best friend). I just finished this book and loved it! My review to come on release day.
It's so comforting to pick up an Emma Chase book and know I'll always have great time reading it. This time it wasn't any different, Tamed had the hilarious comedy I always expect from Emma but with a new flavor since Matthew is now telling the story. He has a lot to say to us ladies and he says it all in his own very unique way and I LOVED IT!! I think he might be more of sweet-talker than Drew if you can believe that! :D
I can't wait for you guys to know his story with Dee and love him too on July 15! Enjoy the teasers! ;)
She puts on the helmet, but doesn’t climb on the Ducati right away. She stands on the sidewalk, hands on her hips, looking thoughtfully at it. “What would you say if I said I wanted to drive your motorcycle to the party?”
“I’d say you’re shit out of luck. I don’t ride bitch.”
She knocks me upside the head—but my helmet softens the blow.
“Then let me take it for a ride myself. Just around the block.”
“I . . .don’t think so.”
I sigh. “Have you ever driven a motorcycle before?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to fly, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna strap on a squirrel suit and skydive from the god damn Empire State Building.”
She steps closer, and rubs her placating hands up my chest. “Come on, please? I’ll be really careful and grateful. Really grateful. Like . . .deviantly, let you handcuff me to the bed, kind of grateful.”
Forget the national broadcast system—this is the test. Am I going to stick to my man-guns, keep my pride, and protect my cherished vehicle from almost certain carnage? Or, am I going to be ruled by my dick and swayed by the promise of kinky, have-Dee-at-my-mercy-all-night-long, sex?
“Riding bitch, it is.”
I rip at the remaining fabric of her tube top and yank it down, revealing two plump, gorgeously full tits. And on one, is a winking diamond piercing.
Holy mother of fuck.
My cock grows harder, weeping at the sight. I attack her breasts like a gluttonous animal—sucking and biting—grasping and tugging with my hands. My mouth covers her pierced nipple, tasting cold metal and warm flesh. I pull at it with my teeth and lap it with my tongue.
Dee writhes and whimpers below me, scratching my back with her nails, leaving scalding, sensuous gouges in their wake. “Fuck me, Matthew.” Dee wails. “I need you to fuck me, now.”
In a flash, I retrieve a condom from my wallet and roll it on in record time. By her ankles, I drag her to me, so her ass is at the edge of the bed. I drag the head of my dick through her needy pussy, teasing at the opening.
Then I look her in the eyes and ask, “How . . .how do you want it?”
“Hard,” She moans. “Hard and deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of you inside me.”
This is lust at its finest—primal passion, visceral hunger.