Friday, April 7, 2017

Dark Lessons by Julia Sykes


























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One hot night with a devastatingly handsome stranger. That’s all it was supposed to be. So when my darkly domineering one-night stand turns out to be one of my instructors at Quantico, my life becomes far too complicated. I’m training as an FBI agent, but Jason has other forms of training in mind. Like bending me over his desk for a spanking.

I try to resist him, but soon we’re stealing forbidden hours of lust when no one’s watching. It could cost us both our careers, but I can’t help myself. He’s broken, and I want to be his salvation.

In return, he says he wants to protect me, to love me. But can he save me when my new job puts me directly in the path of danger?













I popped up out of the pool and removed my goggles, rubbing residual water from around my eyes. When my vision cleared, I stopped breathing.
Jason stared down at me. His mostly naked frame was propped up against the wall, his powerful arms crossed over his chest. He was dressed only in tight swim trunks, and they did little to hide his growing erection.
He was aroused, but he was glaring at me as though I’d offended him deeply.
My anger surged back to life. I pushed up out of the pool, water sliding off my body. His nostrils flared as his gaze darted down to my breasts before snapping back up to my face.
I strode over to him, riding the wave of my anger. “What is your problem?” I demanded. “You’re treating me like I’ve done something wrong. Well, I haven’t. It’s a shitty coincidence that we’re both here, but I didn’t—”
“Of course you haven’t done anything wrong,” he barked over me. “I’m the one who—” He shook his head sharply and tore his eyes from mine, as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. “I can’t do this.”
“Well, you’re going to have to learn to deal,” I said hotly, some of my hurt burning through my anger. “I’m going to be a field agent, and you’re not going to stop me.”
He blinked and met my gaze again. “Why would I stop you?”
“You completely ignored me in class yesterday,” I railed at him. “How am I supposed to learn if you’re determined to act like I’m not even here?” I threw up my hands, too exasperated to continue the conversation. I couldn’t stand to be this close to him. Despite my righteous anger, my body was reacting to him. My core throbbed, and wetness gathered between my legs. Even when he was glowering at me, he was so damn perfect it was almost painful to look directly at him. Especially knowing that I’d had him once and never would again.
I shook my head and turned away. “I’m going to shower off,” I announced. “See you in class.”
I stalked to the showers without waiting for a response. Just like the pool, they were deserted, and I was grateful for the privacy. I didn’t want anyone to see my shaking hands as I stormed in and ripped the curtain aside on one of the stalls. I quickly stripped and turned on the water, keeping the temperature colder than usual. My body felt hot, and my clit throbbed.
“Damn you, Jason,” I muttered.
The shower curtain slid back. “That wasn’t very nice,” he rumbled and stepped into the stall with me as though he had every right, as though I wasn’t naked.
I quickly tried to cover myself with my hands. He lifted a dark brow.
“You weren’t so modest before.”
I gasped. “You asshole!”
“You’re right,” he said, his voice roughening with unmistakable lust as his eyes made a slow appraisal of my body. “I’m definitely an asshole. But you know what? I don’t fucking care.”
He closed the small distance between us and crushed his mouth to mine. I pressed my hands against his chest to shove him away, but he caught my wrists with a low growl. Moving faster than my shocked brain could comprehend, he pressed my back against the cool tile wall and pinned my wrists above my head. The reminder of how he’d held me like this in the motel room made me moan.
He tore his lips from mine and pressed his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t make a sound,” he warned in a husky whisper. “I love when you scream my name, but I don’t want anyone to hear you crying out when I make you come.”















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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia's current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.
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