Coming at the end June, the third installment of this trilogy, following the story of the Pagonis family’s most controversial brother. Galanos seems to have grown up a little bit in my latest release, Purchased For Pregnancy, but is there a chance that this man could find love — and with a black woman at that?
What type of woman could ever fall for Galanos Pagonis… and is he really all grown up, or was this just an act?
In Purchased For Seduction, you’ll get the perfect closing to the Pagonis family series…
Yiayia, our most terrifying villain, may or may not come back and there will be a satisfying ending to her plot line.
BDSM… this book will have some light-BDSM and kink… Galanos has specific kinks that will reveal a lot about the character
Learn more about the life of the youngest Pagonis
Now what about the black female main character? Latrice is an African American woman and Tisha’s cousin who Galanos met in England. Several months after their friendship developed, we meet the two of them hanging out in Galanos’ villa in Greece. There’s only one reason their friendship works: Latrice has never said yes to Galanos and his depraved desires.
After a traumatic night together, they discover a new depth to their friendship that changes them forever, especially the near-sociopathic Gal.
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BWWM Dark Romance Books | Purchased For Seduction (Greek Mafia Brotherhood, Book #3)
Chapter One
Latrice’s skin melts like butter in the sun. She’s lathered every inch of her body in jojoba oil as she lays on the pool deck, going through her phone. She’s curvy… and dark. Darker than both Tisha and Fallon.
“Dating anyone new this week?” Latrice snipes at me as she scrolls through my social media account. I posted last night’s party — the one she didn’t attend. An after party for a job well done.
Stavros and Fallon went away with Adrian for a month after my first job. No more Adamos brothers, no more innocence. I’m not their shit head little brother anymore. But there was more killing involved in ridding ourselves of the problem. More than any of us wanted. Yiayia would have loved the blood and glory of it.
I miss her. It’s been ages since I’ve seen her. She doesn’t know about Latrice. She’d box my ears for even allowing a girl like her into my house.
But it’s my house. And Latrice is my friend, anyway. I don’t need my grandmother’s opinions on my friends.
Stavros doesn’t have regrets about what happened, but my brother still has the voices.
He has returned with Fallon in time for the baby shower and they’re in a better mood than I expected. Better than Tisha and Lou.
Loukas and Tisha constantly fight over food and whether Tisha can name the twins after her favorite basketball players: Steph and Klay. During a heated moment, she calls Michael Jordan “wack”, they have a screaming match that ends with Carlotta telling them off for the entire night with Helen at her side shouting drunken insults at Loukas about his “deformed head”.
She had the right idea but the wrong message.
“I don’t date,” I tell Latrice.
If Latrice knew what my relationships with women were like, she wouldn’t be my friend at all. All my relationships are dark. Kinky. Filled with nasty sex. Latrice probably likes men who buy her flowers and beg for her attention, not men like me: utterly psychologically broken.
Unlike my brothers, I embrace the darkness. I prefer it. I like women who call me master. I like women who dance with the devil and then come home with me to make hard, passionate love until morning.
Latrice wouldn’t understand. Or she’d probably throw something at my head.
“Right,” she says, “You’re too much of a freak for dating.”
Her loathing stings. Why do I care what Latrice thinks? She’s a friend and not a particularly high-status one. Sure, she does the social media thing — and she’s successful at it — but otherwise Latrice is normal. Possibly even boring. Not boring to me. I can bring the wild side out of her with a bit of cajoling.
I’m only saying…
I don’t have to worry about what scumbag guys she brings around because frankly: there are none.
We can just hang out together. No competition. No desperation. I don’t have to play games with her. I wouldn’t say I feel anything around her. But I don’t have to be the shit head little brother for a change.
And she loves lying by the pool. So she’s automatically well suited to spending the summer in my villa. I wish I could be more like her. Normal.
But I’m not normal. Yiayia had me tested when I was a child.
“What’s wrong with not dating?” I say to her, “There’s no point in it.”
“Falling in love,” Latrice says, shrugging, “There’s that.”
“Why would I date? Why would you date? We’re young. We just need fucking, cocaine and… sunshine.”
Greece has an abundance of all three. I love my fucking country. Maybe I should get the flag tattooed on my ass. I’ll ask Cass what she thinks. I’d ask Latrice but… then I’d have to talk to her about my ass and she normally hates that.
I close my eyes and stretch. Latrice pretends not to look at me. She likes my body — it’s the rest of me she has a problem with. Tisha forced us together and now Tisha grumbles around, pissed we became best friends.
She hisses to Latrice about how she can be friends with a “stupid misogynist like Gal” and she warns me that if I put a hand on Latrice, she’ll “castrate me like a market goat”.
Tisha fancies herself a countryside Greek woman already and she hasn’t even birthed a Pagonis brat yet. She’ll be insufferable once the twins are here.
Loukas will be worse: fussing over them and expecting me to babysit.
“You are so shallow,” Latrice complains, “I don’t know why I hang out with you.”
The pool begs me to jump in. I lie on the deck, working on my tan, letting my blond hair turn white from the sun. I love the highlights. They make my face look even better.
“You love me,” I whisper.
I want it to be true. I don’t have an explanation.
“I do not. We’re friends. And I don’t even want people knowing about that.”
“You have to admit that I at least have the best pool,” I say lazily, yawning and stretching like a cat. I wonder if Latrice could get me a drink.
I’d prefer a blowjob. But she definitely won’t agree to that.
Latrice nods and flips over. Some of that oil drips down her curvy thigh and I think my cock will burst out of my shorts.
“True. If Tisha didn’t introduce us, I would have run out of body positive content in London,” she says, “Now I can post pics in my bikini, tan by the pool, eat the best food in the world and spend all day getting verbally harassed by a blond sociopath.”
“Whatever. You love me.”
She starts saying something else but I hear something more interesting.
“Shut up, Latrice,” I growl, “I can’t hear Fallon’s argument with Stavros.”
“What possessed you to buy the villa next door to theirs? I visited you when you shared a wall with them… I remember how they were.”
I nodded, thinking about the constant loud sex. After Adrian, they have only amped up their nightly lovemaking routine.
Since the Adamos incident, it’s like they’re trying to break their bed. Again.
This argument seems to be about Fallon’s new sex swing. I turn to Latrice and figure I had better put her to use.
“Can you cut another line for me, babe?”
“I hate when you call me that,” Latrice complains, “Anyone could hear and think we’re dating or something.”
“Don’t sound so offended. You would be lucky to have a taste of Pagonis cock.”
Latrice sits up, her breasts spilling out of her pink swimsuit. I didn’t know they made bikini tops for breasts this large. I can’t help but stare.
It’s Latrice, so she’ll slap me if she catches me, but she’s too busy telling me off to notice my eyes lewdly attached to her enormous breasts. Damn. They must be what… S-cups? I wonder if I could fit the entire nipple into my mouth…
Latrice snaps me back to reality. Fuck. Why can’t I stop having sexual fantasies about her?
Latrice says, “I would rather die than date you.”
As she huffs, the breasts swing past each other. I’m not thinking about a single word out of her mouth. Words are useless. Tits are better. But it’s Latrice, so I have to play it cool.
“Right, because you’re so much better than me,” I grumble, standing up. She gazes up at me, her expression quickly changing to a scowl.
“Try eating a sandwich, Gal. I can see your hip bones poking out of your trunks.”
“Can you see anything else from down there?”
I grab my crotch and Latrice shrieks, jumping back.
“Gal!” She yells, “That’s not funny!”
“My hip bones are fine. I don’t need to eat a sandwich. I need a swim. Will you jump in with me?”
“No.”
“Too bad.”
I run over and scoop Latrice up, which shocks her.
“Gal, put me down!” She yells as I carry her to the edge of the pool at a full sprint.
“Gal, you’re crazy!”
“Grab on!” I yell one last time as I leap into the air and leap into the pool holding Latrice.
We sink into the water. I’m holding her. I have to. I grab her hips and her thighs wriggle against my body as we both find our way to the surface. I rise from the water, a natural swimmer while Latrice anxiously paddles and then floats on her back, gasping for breath.
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