His Secret Identity: Masked Hearts (BBW Billionaire Superhero Erotic Romance)

Description: Sarah Hughes, an aspiring lawyer and the daughter of the city’s police commissioner, hates the masked vigilante known as the Red Raven. After a harrowing night, her hatred transforms into affection when her life is saved by the handsome, costumed Superhero. Her growing interest in the masked man is only matched by her infatuation with resident playboy billionaire, Alexander Sterling. Through a chance encounter, she comes face to face with the promiscuous billionaire himself. However, Sarah can’t help but sense something familiar about him. Is there more to the playboy billionaire than meets the eye? Alexander, the boardroom heir to the wealthy Sterling technology conglomerate, shows a strange interest in the curvy yet innocent pre-law graduate. His rugged looks and charisma easily enthrall the humble girl. However, the cracks in his charade rouse Sarah’s suspicions. Her efforts to probe deeper into the playboy’s strange nightlife and mysterious past are angrily rebuffed. She sees past the mask of the flirtatious playboy and into the soul of a man wounded by tragedy. Sarah soon learns of the dark, tragic past behind the playboy’s façade. She helps the taciturn man come to terms with a heartrending childhood he had once buried and hidden. The specters of Alexander’s slain parents haunt his present. Guilt has driven him to risk his life in order to spare others of the same heartbreak. Can Sarah’s love and passion help him conquer his demons and end his masquerade? Or are some masks meant to be kept on? EXPLICIT: This 14,000 word story contains explicit sex scenes involving the deflowering of a curvaceous girl by a sexy, brooding alpha male. It might be too hot for some to handle! EXCERPT: He was reluctant at first. I saw him at his most vulnerable. I was equally unwilling to escalate this encounter. Yet, my virginal eagerness led me to probe deeper. It felt so serene compared to our adrenaline fueled kiss on the rooftops. I sensed a fire grow with him. Without breaking the kiss, Alexander stood up with a commanding presence. His hands gripped the curvature of my buttocks with one hand. With the other hand, he grasped the back of my head and drowned me deeper into ecstasy. We began undressing each other. Once trembling in sorrow, his hands were steady as he expertly peeled layer after layer of clothing off me. My hands quivered as they unbuttoned the silvery buttons of his custom tailored suit. My own garments collapsed into a puddle of cloth. I felt exposed as my brassiere came off. I covered my breasts and crotch. I couldn’t help but feel so inadequate. I couldn’t offer him anything that his past lovers didn’t give him. Noticing my discomfiture, Alexander began to undress himself.