She’s a fifteen year old elite gymnast.
Adrianna Rossi is no stranger to the rigorous demands required of her body. Years of pain and determination make her one of the best. Olympic glory is the ultimate goal, and she’ll do anything to achieve it. Even if that means leaving home to attend World Cup Academy of Gymnastics, a training center that serves one purpose—producing champions.
He’s a thirty-two year old renowned coach.
Perfection, precision, and dedication are required of his athletes. When two time Olympian Konstantin Kornakova is persuaded into training the young hopeful, he immediately regrets it. She doesn’t come close to his high standards. As the relentless pursuit of her dream keeps her striving, a passion is ignited within him.
Morals are questioned.
Kova’s power and domination, coupled with Adrianna’s fierce tenacity, reveal there is more for her body to learn. Every interaction can be misconstrued, but there’s no mistaking the darkening of his gaze, the lingering of his touch, or the illicit image of his bare skin pressed against hers. Integrity is on the line. One toe off the beam and their forbidden desires could ruin everything they’ve worked for, throwing it all off balance.
WARNING: This novel contains explicit content.
Oh-my-GAWD!
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My Dearest Adrianna,
This Valentine’s Day I find myself thinking of you more so than ever, knowing full well that it’s beyond immoral.
Most days I am not sure what to do with myself. I’m sick, angry, and most of all guilt ridden for wanting you in ways that I should not. I hate myself for it. I’m disgusted by it, and I know that it’s wrong on so many levels. There shouldn’t be a fire that simmers within me every time my fingers grip your body in an effort to train you. Appalled over my thoughts doesn’t even scratch the surface.
I’ve tried desperately to stay busy, to not look in your direction when you’re working with another coach, but I’ve failed miserably. You’re always there – on my mind, in my view.
But the worst part of all? Some days I don’t give a shit that it’s wrong. Some days I allow my thoughts to wander off and pretend that you’re really not underage. Because I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know deep down you want me just as badly as I want you. My body comes to life with a craving so unfathomable at the wishful thought of your innocent tongue caressing my skin, your timid hands roaming my body. You’ve created a profound ache that I can’t seem to sate. Your iridescent, green eyes captivate me. Your drive to never give up, no matter how much I push you down, inspires me. You thrill me. You make me want so much, to take a chance and see what happens.
It would be the sweetest sin to have even just one kiss. But one kiss would lead to another, and another, and then my hands will roam your perfect, youthful body…
And I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself. I want to feel your lips pressed to mine, your naked flesh on me. Our heat infused sex saturating the air as I take your tight body. This doesn’t even touch on the things I feel-and want-to do to you all the while knowing that it’s so wrong. Morally wrong. Improper. Not to mention, forbiddingly against the rules…and law.
Jesus Christ… You mess with my head, and I can’t think straight whenever you are near. You, my sweet Adrianna, are pure temptation. I know I should not want you. I shouldn’t even be thinking of you in this capacity, but I seem to have no self-control when it comes to you.
Oh, but the repercussions would be so worth it. I’d even let you set the pace… At first.
See what I mean, my sweetness? I’m all over the place, I can’t think straight. And if I don’t release this need pulsing inside me, who knows what will happen.
I hate that I think of you in this way, that you do this to me. It’s not ethical. I’m a man who can only take so much.
I wish I could give you this letter so you could see the inner turmoil that I’m harassed with on a daily basis, but I can’t take the chance. I could lose everything if someone found out.
For now, Katja will have to do… But I’m not sure how long I can suppress this need I have for you.
K
Lucia Franco currently resides in sunny South Florida with her husband and two boys. When she’s not hard at work on her next novel, you can find her relaxing with her toes in the sand at a nearby beach.
