body up and down as I circle her.
devious, deviant, I’m gonna make you
sorry you ever started playing this game with me smile.
take her hand.
to the elevator.
wrists together with rope.
arms above her head.
her to the ceiling.
LOUISA’S 4 BLUSH REVIEW
You are going back at the Turning Point Club but there is only ONE player left. Bric.
My feelings towards Bric have been on a roller coaster from Taking Turns. I have loved Bric and absolutely loathed him at times. Upon getting into this book the feelings almost came to pity or empathy. Bric doesn’t really know what he wants and you see peaks of the nice Bric then the mean nasty Bric comes and wipes away all your happy feelings. He’s a dominate and man – he’s a emotional manipulator but this time- the “player” Nadia – is quite an advasary. The other player is Jordan, but, this story is more about Bric and Nadia (not necessarily as a couple but who they are, what makes them tick). These two are so broken, it explained to me a lot as to why Bric is who he is.
The twists and turns that are always expected from JA Huss and alive and well in His Turn, as is some of the sexiest and most erotic bedroom scenes (or ballet studio) I have ever read. There was some serious blushing while reading this, but again – that’s why I love a JA Huss book. She gives you the sexy and a great, well thought-out storyline.
you so nervous?” I ask Jordan. We’re sitting in Smith’s bar. The table is
elaborately set for a nice dinner, our glasses are full of expensive alcohol,
and our cocks are happy. Why does he look like shit is about to hit the fan?
“She had a good time,” I say, sipping my brandy.
Jordan says. His eyes are glued to the elevator doors, just waiting for her to
come downstairs. “But it was sneaky, ya know?”
sneaky about it?”
me a look that says, Come on.
in, Jordan. We didn’t make her do anything.”
sighs. “But you’re what, just pretending we didn’t have that conversation this
morning? You know, the one where you said, ‘I’m gonna fuck with her head so
bad, she’ll spin like The Exorcist?’”
joke.” I laugh. “All we did was make her feel good tonight. She loved every
fucking minute of it. Even when I choked her with my cock. She couldn’t get
because she was drunk on your dick at the time, Bric. But that feeling is gonna
wear off and she’s gonna run the entire night through her head, and then—”
gonna realize we know what the fuck we’re doing. That’s all.”
says. “She’s gonna realize you’re just playing with her emotions. Like you do
with every fucking woman you’ve ever been with.”
she’s gonna up her game, Bric. And this is gonna turn into a mind-fuck
shit-fest. I like her,” he says. “Maybe more than like her, OK? I don’t want
her thinking I’m like you.”
like me,” I say, getting pissed off. Why the fuck is he sharing her with me if
he likes her so much?
ask that question.
like her too. Just not in the same way.
fucking evil grin you’ve got on your face. I know you well enough, Bricman.
Well enough to see the Machiavellian wheels turning inside your head. Do not
play with her emotions.”
ask, my temper rising. “Is she some kind of fragile flower?”
realize this intrigues me.
Jordan says. “She’s not a puzzle, OK?”
are we even playing?”
out some air. Runs his fingers through his still-wet hair. “Because she’s not…”
He trails off.
what?” I ask. What the fuck is wrong with him tonight?
say, not really understanding.
not really her type.”
say. “Do you love her?”
says. “Definitely not. But I like her. I could see myself playing with her for
a long time. And if you fuck it up, that won’t happen. You, of all people,
understand how fucking hard it is to get a girl you can trust in this game. One
who just gets you, ya know? We get each other, Bric. I realize it’s only been a
few weeks, but we know each other. I just like her. And we have an
understanding. I get to boss her around and be a dick, but she knows I’m not a
dick, right? She knows I’ll show up the next day and treat her nice and give
her a gift. She knows I’m just playing. We’re playing.”
game. Same as this,” I say.
on,” he says, almost fully exasperated now. “You are a sick motherfucker, OK?
You know this, right?”
am I even here?”
we’re good together, ya know. Not great. Yet,” he adds. “Not what you had with
Smith and Quin, obviously. But we understand each other. We work well as a
team. She liked that up there.”
problem is you’re in a weird place right now and I’m afraid you’re gonna take
it out on Nadia. Don’t do that, OK?” He stares at me. “Just be…”
your back-up?” I ask, huffing out a laugh.
But that’s it. That’s what he wants. Don’t overpower him. Don’t take her away
from him. Don’t make her rethink her strategy. Just help him keep her.
a minute to decide if I’m angry or not.
I’m not. I don’t give two fucks about this Nadia girl. And my goal really was
to break her. So I shrug. “Fine,” I say. “You want a wingman. Fine. I’ll help
you out, Jordan. But when I need a favor, I’ll expect the same in return.”
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