B L U R B

I came to Cousins Beach for the holidays with my mom, expecting to spend two and a half months at the summer house with her old friends and their children. But who knew I would end up falling for one of her friend— someone twenty years older than me.

And that one kiss would change everything.

Why do older men have to be this attractive?

I guess I can't blame myself. After all, my favorite song is Older by Isabel LaRosa.

I'm a man who thrives on control. Every decision I make is calculated. Every move I make is deliberate. Nothing in my life happens without my permission.

Until her.

Zara Mitchell.

She's eighteen. Wild. Untamed. The very definition of forbidden.

And her mother is my old friend.

That one kiss changed everything.

She's the last person I should want, but the way she looks at me— like I'm both her salvation and her ruin—makes it impossible to stay away.

She would be the death of mine.

P R O L O G U E

C H A C E

I lost the battle with myself. I spun her around, pressing her against the edge of the desk. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her hips back to meet mine, and she let out a soft gasp, the sound going straight to my cock.

Her breath hitched as I kissed down her neck, my hands sliding up her sides, feeling the heat of her skin through her clothes. She tilted her head back, giving me more access, and I took it, letting myself fall deeper into her.

Every ounce of control I had left was slipping through my fingers, but I didn't care. Not when she was here, not when she was looking at me like that— as if I was the only thing she needed.

She wanted this. She wanted me.

"You're testing me," I said, my voice dark, dangerous. "And you know what happens if you push me too far."

"I know it, Chace, and I am not scared of you" she shot back.

"You want to play games, Zara?" I murmured against her ear, my voice low and rough. "Fine. But you'll play by my rules."

She shivered under my touch, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. I pushed her forward slightly, her palms flattening against the desk as I tugged her shorts down, leaving her bare and exposed. Her gasp was laced with anticipation, and when my hand came down sharply against her ass, she let out a startled moan.

"Chace!" she whimpered, her voice a mix of surprise and desperate need.

"You're going to count," I murmured darkly against her ear. "Every single one."

The sharp crack of my hand meeting her skin again cut her off, and she let out another moan.

"One," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I smirked, my hand smoothing over the reddened skin before delivering another sharp slap.

"Two," she whimpered, her hips shifting as if to meet me halfway.

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

"Six."

"Seven."

By the seventh, her voice broke, her moans spilling freely, her body trembling with need. Her soft cries filled the room, each one pulling me deeper into the darkness she awakened in me.

I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her soaked, and my control absolutely shattered.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I growled, my fingers teasing her, circling her clit but never giving her enough.

"Please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Please, Chace."

Her desperation was intoxicating, but I wasn't ready to give in. I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear. "Not yet."

I loosened my grip and straightened, leaving her trembling against the desk. "Undress and sit on the couch," I ordered, my voice cold and controlled. "Legs wide open."

Once you taste sin, you’ll crave it like your next breath