Taken by N. Isabelle Blanco & Elena M. Reyes
Title: Taken
Series: Voyeur #1
Authors: Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2017
Blurb
I was drugged.
Now, I've woken up in
a dark, luscious room.
a dark, luscious room.
A deviant playground.
I'm not alone.
The person that was
drugged and taken with me is here, too.
drugged and taken with me is here, too.
My confidant.
Someone that I had
come to see as a brother.
come to see as a brother.
My best friend.
Suddenly, there's a
voice coming through the speakers, telling us we've both been chosen to die.
voice coming through the speakers, telling us we've both been chosen to die.
The only way out? Do
everything we're told to do.
everything we're told to do.
This person wants to
watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, "I want to see you
come."
watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, "I want to see you
come."
It's simple: either
we f*ck, or die.
we f*ck, or die.
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Excerpt
Sweat beads at my brow as the breath whooshes out of me. I’m bent over, arms dangling down. Beneath
me, the most delicious, hardest length I’ve ever felt presses into my mound. I
want to rock against it.
me, the most delicious, hardest length I’ve ever felt presses into my mound. I
want to rock against it.
I can’t move.
He won’t let me.
He keeps me like this, draped over his lap, immobile.
The sound of a strike reverberates throughout the room, but
silence remains. No noise. It isn’t allowed.
silence remains. No noise. It isn’t allowed.
Moisture drips from my every pore, and yet, I’m focused on
this one drop as it gathers at the center of my forehead. Becomes bigger.
this one drop as it gathers at the center of my forehead. Becomes bigger.
Everything’s out of control.
Crazed.
Hyper-awareness consumes my every breath.
I count to ten and it falls to the ground.
A small splat no one will ever hear. And yet, I do. The
sound as it hits the floor causes my breathing to stutter and skin to prickle
with goose bumps.
sound as it hits the floor causes my breathing to stutter and skin to prickle
with goose bumps.
“The last ten, love,” Noah whispers, his hand massaging the
heated flesh beneath his fingertips. It hurts, but the pain is replaced by a
yearning so strong that I whimper in his lap.
heated flesh beneath his fingertips. It hurts, but the pain is replaced by a
yearning so strong that I whimper in his lap.
Like a bitch in heat I arch and ask for more.
His touch.
His desire.
To make this burning within my veins stop.
With one hand he gathers the hair at my nape and forces my
head back. A harsh tug—I’m in his control—forces my eyes to his. Hooded dark
blue eyes look at me with concern, but behind their depths I see another
emotion burning.
head back. A harsh tug—I’m in his control—forces my eyes to his. Hooded dark
blue eyes look at me with concern, but behind their depths I see another
emotion burning.
Lust.
His want mirrors my own. This perversion is awakening
something darker from within. It grows—chokes us, because behind it all we were
meant to end up like this. My body at his hands. In his control.
something darker from within. It grows—chokes us, because behind it all we were
meant to end up like this. My body at his hands. In his control.
Those hungry eyes look at me. Silent communication. Are you
okay?
okay?
I blink back a please and the asshole smirks. Aware of what
I need even as my mind fights the sins I have laid bare to his eyes.
I need even as my mind fights the sins I have laid bare to his eyes.
My release is so close. A fresh round of arousal drips from
my core and onto his boxers.
my core and onto his boxers.
I’m positioned over his lap, ass up, and the very tip of his
cock is against my hip. He’s hard. Jerks against me when I gyrate against his
length.
cock is against my hip. He’s hard. Jerks against me when I gyrate against his
length.
“Please,” I beg aloud this time and his hold on my hair
tightens. The hand kneading my ass cheek spreads me open to look at my
depravity. At what his own hands have caused.
tightens. The hand kneading my ass cheek spreads me open to look at my
depravity. At what his own hands have caused.
That thong, that minuscule piece of fabric, can’t hide what
this game is doing to me. The evidence, slick and inviting, is on his lap.
this game is doing to me. The evidence, slick and inviting, is on his lap.
I shift against his cock and he hisses. “Be still!”
A crackle follows his command and we both shiver. Each time
it appears, things change, become more.
it appears, things change, become more.
Dangerous.
Frantic.
Wicked.
“Very good my pets, but the audience wants more. Lose the
panties, but without her standing up. Be creative, and there will be a reward.”
panties, but without her standing up. Be creative, and there will be a reward.”
I exhale shakily. “Do it.”
“Are you sure?” As the word leave his lips, those same
fingers that a minute ago exposed me to his eyes, now hold my panties in his
grip. He doesn’t wait for a reply. A tug
follows his question, the sound of fabric stretching meets my ears, and I nod.
fingers that a minute ago exposed me to his eyes, now hold my panties in his
grip. He doesn’t wait for a reply. A tug
follows his question, the sound of fabric stretching meets my ears, and I nod.
Another pull and I feel every welt that forms on my skin
from the rough treatment. The sole sounds in the room are his harsh breathing
and mine. Loud exertion, but at the same time desperate for more.
from the rough treatment. The sole sounds in the room are his harsh breathing
and mine. Loud exertion, but at the same time desperate for more.
What else could I say? No. Please don’t?
It would’ve been a bullshit lie and we both know it. The
voice commands and we follow. It asks and we accept our fate.
voice commands and we follow. It asks and we accept our fate.
There’s a sick part of me that relishes in this madness.
Craves him. My Noah.
Craves him. My Noah.
We have been dealt our cards; there is no escape. We must
accept our fate.
Either we fuck each other, or we die.
accept our fate.
Either we fuck each other, or we die.
Elena M. Reyes
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is
the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she
would.
the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she
would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of
art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she
could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth
grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she
could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth
grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with
hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst
to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.
hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst
to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.
N. Isabelle Blanco
N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the
Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she
began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an
extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every
aspect of her life.
Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she
began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an
extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every
aspect of her life.
That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything
else.
else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New
York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the
hopes of one day getting them under control.
York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the
hopes of one day getting them under control.
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