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Filthy Desire – Where it all Began:
My name is Matthew Weston. Don’t call me anything else, because I won’t respond. And if you think you can get away with whimpering ‘Matt’ while I have you tied to the bed, about to devour you, it’ll end up being your loss.
Men like me don’t talk about feelings. We just don’t.
What men like me do is pound. I pound the asphalt with my running shoes on morning runs. I pound a punching bag in the gym until my knuckles bleed. And when I need a release, I find a beautiful woman sprawled out on her bed, eagerly waiting for my cock, and pound her into oblivion. Yeah, that’s me. I don’t have feelings, and I don’t do love.
At least I didn’t, until the night Ella walked into my office looking like a disgusting junky to interview for a position for The Onyx Club.
She was like no one I’d ever met before. She was timid, reserved, and quite plain with her mousy brown hair and dirty clothes. Ella also had a dark and haunted gleam in her eye. A secret, a past she was desperate to conceal.
And when she called me ‘Matt’ it didn’t seem to bother me.
“Don’t run,” I say to her, trying to lower my voice so as not to upset her any more than she already is.
“Just…please.” She turns and runs down the hall, and I give chase.
The rock sitting in the pit of my stomach tells me I need to find out what’s going on with her, I’ve been patient long enough. But because of her agitated behavior, my mind warns me not to pursue her.
I’ve never been too good at listening to the voice of reason, though.
Just as I reach her room, the door slams shut, and for the first time since she’s been living here, I hear the sound of the lock as she seals herself in…or maybe, locks me out.
Afraid of losing my temper, I turn and pull my fist back and slam it into the drywall beside her bedroom door. As if that’s not stupid enough, once I’ve put my fist through the wall, I bring my fist out and smash through it again. Bits of the wall flake away and the pain lets me know I’ve hurt my hand.
“What did you do?” Ella shrieks as she opens the door. Her eyes go to my fist which has a couple of drops of blood on the knuckles, then at the wall and back to me.
Copyright 2015 of Sebastian Ex
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About The Author:
Sebastian Ex is a native of Sydney, Australia, having grown up in a tight-knit family mostly surrounded by women.
A serial lover of the sheer beauty which is every woman, Sebastian was encouraged to pen his words when a lady friend of his compared some paragraphs from contemporary erotic novelists to his scorching, hot sexts. Sebastian has released four books in the Onyx Club Series and is in the process of releasing a new spin off book. Sebastian writes full-time, as he aims to bring characters to life who are both real and identifiable.
The books in the Onyx Club Series have made Amazon top 100 list in erotic romance.
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