Undone, Volume 1

UNDONE,
VOLUME 1

CALLIE
HARPER

Copyright © 2016 Callie
Harper

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• CALLIE HARPER’S BOOKS
  
• ONE MONTH FROM NOW: ANA
  
• CHAPTER 1: ASH
  
• CHAPTER 2: ANA
  
• CHAPTER 3: ASH
  
• CHAPTER 4: ANA
  
• CHAPTER 5: ASH
  
• CHAPTER 6: ANA
  
• UNDONE, VOLUME 2 (the Beg for It series)
  
• ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  
• CONTACT
  

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Volumes 1-4
(Beg for It series, Book 1)

Undone,
Volumes 1-3
(Beg for It series, Book 2),
released in
March 2016

Ana

I pulled against my
wrist restraints, panting as his tongue trailed a slow, teasing path
down my stomach. A moan escaped my lips. I needed to touch him, fist
my fingers in his thick, jet-black hair and dig my nails into his
broad, muscular shoulders. But I couldn’t even see him. He’d
blindfolded me. Twisting my head to the side, I could still picture
him, tattoos licking along his bicep. The ridges of his abs, the
start of his V.

“Please!” I
couldn’t help but cry out. I needed more, needed his tongue lower,
needed to be set free so I could at least touch myself if not him.
He’d worked me up into such a frenzy. With a low, satisfied growl
deep in his chest, he dipped his tongue in a lazy circle around my
belly button. He insisted on having me his way, tormenting every inch
of me until I begged for it.

“Ash!” I strained
against my ties, spread-eagle on the king-size bed, but he’d
fastened them well. All I succeeded in doing was arching up my back,
further offering my naked breasts up for his pleasure.

He chuckled, deep and
wicked, tracing my curves with his hand. “You like being tied up,
don’t you, my Anika?” His fingers melted me as he stroked my
limbs, up my side, along the swell of my breast. He paused and I held
my breath, wondering what he might do next, feeling a throb deep in
my pussy, drawing more slick sweetness from my core. The
anticipation, the submission, it made me crazy.

But he kept on going,
up past my breast, along my collarbone, up my arm to circle my
restraints. He drew my attention to his control, how he had me tied
up, exactly where he wanted me.

“I knew you’d like
it,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful, laid out here for me.”

I panted like an animal
and swallowed hard. A sliver of my mind still reared up in shock at
what I was doing, what I was letting him do to me. Willingly turning
myself over to him in complete submission. I’d never done anything
like it before, letting someone tie me up. I’d thought about it,
even touched myself fantasizing about it late at night. But never in
my bland, boring, good girl what-passed-for-a-sex-life had I ever
done anything like it.

Turned out that getting
snowed in at a cabin in the mountains with Ash Black, the sexiest,
hottest rock god on the planet brought out the naughty side in me.

A month ago, I never
would have believed any of this would happen. Sure, I’d fantasized
about the lead singer of my favorite band. Plenty of times. But I
wasn’t alone in that. Ash Black had been on the cover of
People
magazine as sexiest man alive the last two years in a row. I think
he’d starred in more than a few late-night fantasies.

But even my fantasies
hadn’t taken me this far. A month ago, I never could have imagined
this scene. I wouldn’t have recognized the naked woman, bound and
blindfolded on the bed, writhing and whimpering beneath Ash’s
large, powerful body.

Suddenly, I felt wet
heat on my aching, erect nipple. I cried out as he sucked me, licked
me, pleasure rocketing directly to my sex.

“You need this, Ana.
Don’t you?” he whispered, husky. I could feel his stubble, rough
along my soft breast as he circled my nipple, slowly, teasing me
again.

“Yes!” I cried out.
“Please!” I begged for release, not from bondage, but from the
intensity of the building, cresting orgasm I could feel quivering up
inside of me. I needed to let it out, and I needed him to free it
from me.

“Oh! Please!” I
begged, shameless.

“I knew you had this
in you,” Ash whispered, up at my neck, licking, sucking me there at
my sensitive flesh. Moaning, I tossed my head back, baring my skin,
giving him full access. “From the second I met you, all buttoned up
in that library, I knew.”

“You couldn’t
have.” Even in my frenzied state, I knew it wasn’t true. It
couldn’t be. I hadn’t even known I’d had this wild, wanton sex
goddess within my prim and proper exterior. A children’s librarian,
I was the daughter of a strict, older couple of Russian immigrants,
raised through generations of sacrifice and hardship to work and then
work some more. I’d never cut loose before, not once. My largest
act of rebellion had been to move to Brooklyn, an hour and a half
from my childhood home in upstate New York. And listen to Ash Black’s
pure, driven rock music late at night.

Now I had the man
himself, the literal poster boy for bad boy rock stars. Or more
accurately, he had me. All alone. In a cabin shut off from the world
in the epic storm draught-stricken California had been waiting for
for years.

“You can scream,
Ana.” Ash licked at my collarbone, trailing fingers along my
outstretched arms. “You can yell at the top of your lungs. No one
will hear you.”

“Ash!” I cried out
as he sank down once again, capturing my erect, aroused nipple
between his teeth. He bit down just enough to make it burn so good.
He palmed my breast, feasting on me, sucking hard, then light, just a
whisper of a lick around my nipple as I panted and quivered. All the
rumors about this man were true, every single one of them. He was an
arrogant, rich playboy, a heartthrob and a heartbreaker, a
panty-melting bad boy who had dozens upon hundreds of women throwing
themselves at him night after night.

But he’d chosen me.
It was me he’d tied down to his bed, me he had nasty, dirty plans
for all night long. Me, alone with him, snowed in and at his mercy.

“You can scream when
you come, Ana,” he whispered, trailing his tongue down my stomach.
Slowly, so slowly. I moaned, wishing I could move, wishing I could
bring my sex up to him and make things happen faster. I’d never
felt so desperate, so crazed. Sex before Ash had always been blah,
mostly forgettable, slightly regrettable. It had never felt anything
like this rush of a roller coaster ride, this wild, heady plunge
straight into the unknown.

“It will be our
little secret,” he continued, down now at my hips. Large fingers
over my smooth skin, he worshipped my curves, feathering kisses down
the insides of my thighs. My ankles were bound at either side to the
bedpost. Suddenly shy at my complete and total exposure, I held my
breath. I couldn’t move. I had nowhere to go, no way to hide my
arousal. With his face down now at my pussy, he could see me dripping
for him, my swollen clit aching with need, throbbing and begging for
his attention.

“Here in this cabin,
you can let yourself go, Ana.” His words worked a dark, wicked
spell around me, relaxing and surrendering me into the intensity of
my pleasure. “Here, you can let me do all the things you’ve
always wanted. Everything you’ve fantasized about.” He brought
his fingers up, up my thighs, to finally, tormentingly, lightly graze
my slick slit.

I gasped at the
contact, so eager, so close. “That’s it, Ana,” he coaxed me
with his words and his fingers. “Show me how much you need it. It’s
just you and me here. No one will ever know. You can be my little
slut. You can scream and come and show me how much you want it, how
much you’ll beg for it. No one will ever know.”

“Yes,” I panted,
beyond reason, almost beyond words. “Yes, please.” His lips were
so close now, inches away from my sex. His tongue, so hot, so wicked,
so near I could almost feel it, could imagine how good it would feel
when he finally feasted on me.

“Ana,” he exhaled
in satisfaction, that gravelly voice that drove women wild caressing
me intimately. “So wet.” Reverently, he swept his fingers down my
slick sex, lightly sliding them along, exploring where I was spread
for him, aching and ready. “Surrender to me, Ana. The way you know
you want to.”

My head bucked back, my
throat bare. A raw groan escaped my parted lips.

“Now I’m going to
eat you, Ana. And you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I panted,
wild with need.

“Then I’m going to
fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream.
You’re going to come when I slide deep inside you. And as hard as I
slam into you, you’re going to beg for more. Aren’t you, Ana?”

“Please! Please!” I
couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t take any more teasing, coaxing,
building me up. I needed to explode. And then, finally, just when I
couldn’t take it anymore, he finally brought his mouth down, hot
and full, on my drenched, exposed pussy.

Ash

Aw, fuck. My head hurt
like someone had cut it open with a broken bottle. Maybe someone had?
I brought my hand up, tentative. Nope, everything intact. Just my
skull in the grips of a massive, relentless hangover. Nothing new.
Then why did I feel like something new had happened?

With a groan, I shifted
my weight on the bed and swung my legs over the side. Slow and
steady, that’s how you won the race. Or moved your aching,
hard-partying body the morning after an epic night of tearing through
Vegas. Much like the night before and the night before that. People
expected nothing less from hotter-than-hell rock god Ash Black.
Trashed hotel rooms, run-ins with paparazzi, X-rated scenes with
starlets, I did it all while strutting around in leather pants and no
shirt, my world-famous muscles and tats on full display. I always
delivered.

But something else had
happened last night. My mouth tasted like soot and my head felt
stuffed with cotton balls, the scratchy, cheap kind. I couldn’t
remember. What was it?

Behind me, a feminine
grunt emerged beneath wrinkled sheets. Strands of dark hair splayed
across a pillow. Mandy Monroe, America’s sweetheart aka my
plaything at the moment, had blonde hair. Huh. I thought we’d been
hanging out last night.

Like a goddamned
chainsaw, my goddamned phone buzzed with an incoming call. All the
goddamned way across the hotel room. No way was I going to make it
that far.

Down on the floor
between my feet I spotted a tied-off used condom. So there was that.
Wasted as I got, I used protection on autopilot. The world already
had its hands full with just one Ash Black. No one needed any little
Ashes running around. My cock got out and played each and every
night, but procreation? Not going to happen.

The mystery woman next
to me snorted in her sleep. What was she doing still in my bed? I
liked my fun over and out—as in out of the room by the time I woke
up. I pulled the sheet down.

Ah, yes, I remembered
those tits, as big and gorgeous as only a plastic surgeon could shape
them. I remembered them bouncing up and down as she rode me last
night. I usually liked to dominate, play games of control, but last
night I’d been too wasted to do more than let her climb on and ride
me like a rodeo bull.

Tugging the sheet down
some more, I swatted her lightly on the ass. “Up and out,
Buttercup.”

Groaning, she opened
her eyes. Her mascara had smeared down like a Halloween costume of a
zombie prom queen. “You got to get going.” I pointed toward the
door. I didn’t even try to make up an excuse, something lame about
needing to take care of something. I didn’t ask for her phone
number as she fumbled around and found her skimpy dress, pulling it
on and zipping into her thigh-high boots. I was Ash Fucking Black. I
didn’t give out my digits.