But Lana still needs answers to many burning questions?
The secrets are many and tangled? Will she get the answers she seeks?
Blake finally lays it on the line to Victoria, and declares his true love for Lana, but will that be the end of the matter?
Then there is the re-appearance of Marcus.
Can Lana keep her resolve and overcome all obstacles to claim her man forever?
WOW I am so in love with this series, I just finish reading this book, and I am so ready for the next one, I love the characters and love how the book turn out to be. I am gone make this short cause I don't want to give anything away.
The story begging with Blake and Lana doing a role play, where Lana goes an knock on his room, pretending to be someone else, things start to get heat up between this two, while they seem to be happy, but that has a price, Lana has grown into a strong woman and mother to baby Sorab. But she has questions, that she need answered to by Blake, in order for her to move forward with their relationship. Blake has also changed an everything he cares about, are Lana and Sorab, an he will do everything to keep them safe, Blake goes up against his family, the secret society, and ends things with his arranged-fiancé, Victoria, cause all he wants is his happiness and that's Lana and Sorab. Would he finally open up to her, or would he let his past get in the way.
I love and enjoy reading this book, this is one series that you need to read, I said it twice I am saying it again, Author Georgia Le Carre THANK YOU for continuing this amazing wonderful series and this awesome characters I am loving it.
He looks at me over the rim of his glass. ‘Why? Are you interested in being a submissive?’
‘I don’t know. I could be. What is it?’
‘It’s a game.’
‘I like games. Start me off and I’ll tell you if I like it.’
He stops smiling, his eyes change, darken. Very deliberately he pushes his glass of orange juice to the middle of the table, reaches for the carton of milk and holding it right in front of him, slowly tips it sideways until the milk in it pours onto the table. I watch the puddle grow on the table. At some point well before the carton is empty he stops pouring. I lift my eyes from the spill and look at him. His eyes are expressionless, watchful. The silence stretches. I break it. ‘Well?’
‘Clean it up,’ he says.
‘I don’t need to repeat myself, do I? It is a punishable offense.’
For a moment I feel confused. Was this the thing that has everybody hot up the collar? Do I want to be his little slave? The answer is obvious and immediate. I don’t. Definitely not. But I’ll let it play a little more and see where this little game goes. I turn towards the paper towels.
‘Not with the paper towel.’ His voice cracks like a whip.
I turn towards him slowly. Our eyes clash, a look of impatience about his. What does he want me to do? Clean the table with my tongue? The thought is unsexy, off-putting. ‘With what, then?’
He leans back and folds his arms across his chest. ‘With your sex.’
And suddenly I am wet. The idea is shocking but incredibly, unbelievably erotic. I hook my thumbs into the scrap of white lace around my hips, push it all the way down and step out of it.
‘Give them to me.’
I bend down to retrieve them and walk towards him. I look into his eyes as I drop my bunched up knickers into his outstretched hand. He puts them into his trouser pocket.
I hop onto the table with my legs apart so he can see what I am doing, I bend forward and flattening my thighs, slowly drag my sex across the liquid. Something flashes in his eyes. The milk is cold on my warm skin. When I have swept myself across the spill I stop and look to him.
He nods slowly. ‘You,’ he says, and there is a touch of admiration in his voice, ‘are an excellent pupil. You never do more than what you are instructed to do.’
I say nothing. Just hold myself in that position.
‘Now spread your legs,’ he orders.