#ARCReview + Exclusive Excerpt | A Cruel Love by S.M. Soto

2019. május 7., kedd

A Cruel Love by S.M. Soto

A Cruel Love

As ​a hitman for hire, Percivale is no stranger to violence. 
From the moment he saw Blossom Jaymes through the window of her bakery, he knew he was in too deep. Not only was she as sweet as her perfectly crafted treats, but she was a soft-spoken, golden-haired angel that shone like a bright beacon in his dark world. And Percivale didn’t deal in angels. He dealt in death and crime. The even bigger issue? Percivale’s next hit is on said sweet little baker who doesn’t seem to realize how much danger lurks around her with each passing day. 
If he doesn’t get the job done, who will?

When Percivale has to decide what’s more important to him—the life of a woman who may very well be innocent or getting his revenge on the men who murdered his family—the lines become blurred. Morals are twisted and a deathly chase ensues that can only result in one thing—Blossom buried six feet under.

Or can it?

Can Percivale let his lust for revenge go in order to save Blossom from the bounty on her head, or will the power she unknowingly holds over him be what gets her killed?

S. M Soto's world always offers a unique experience, from the cover up to the story that bites into bone. The same in Cruel Love. The story can be read in the present time and in changed perspective. The Cavalieri Della Morte is in focus, Blossom & Percivale is a sideline. But what happens if anything comes to the into focus that we can't even think of?
Percivale is cruel, pervert, broken. He lives for only one thing, the REVENGE. In spite of his apparent recklessness, he gets under your skin. It was hard to solve, but if you'd done it once, and gain his trust.... Everything is YOURS!
Blossom is an innocent flower, who needs to be protected. But what if the shadows of darkness are hidden under the glittering white angel wings?
I respected her perseverance, but I think she was a little thoughtless. I would have hit her. But she made it up to me later, so I totally forgave her.

A story about cruel love, dark knight and (those) angel eyes.

                       Genevieve review in Hungarian                    

S.M. Soto világa mindig egyedi élményt nyújt, kezdve a borítóval egészen a történetig mely csontig hatol. Ez A Cruel Love-ban sincs másképpen. A történetet jelen időben és váltott szemszögben olvashatjuk. Középpontban a Cavalieri Della Morte, mellékszálon Blossom & Percivale. De mi történik ha olyan dolgok kerülnek előtérbe, melyekre még csak nem is gondolhatunk?
Percivale, kegyetlen, perverz, megtört. Egy dolog élteti: a BOSSZÚ. Látszólagos nemtőrödömsége ellenére a bőröd alá kúszik. Nehéz volt megfejteni, de ha egyszer sikerül, ha elnyered a bizalmát. Minden a TIÉD. 
Blossom, egy ártatlan virágszál akit meg kell védeni. Ámde mivan akkor ha csillogó fehér angyalszárnyak alatt ott rejtőznek a sötétség árnyai? 
Tiszteltem kitartását, de szerintem egy kicsit meggondolatlan volt. Úgy felpofoztam volna. De kárpótolt, szóval megbocsátottam.

Történet egy kegyetlen szerelemről, sötét lovagról és egy angyali szempárról. 

A képen a következők lehetnek: 1 személy, szöveg

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“Bend over and put your hands around your ankles.” 
She obliges, baring that pretty pink pussy to me. The folds look like the petals on a soft pink rose . Her arousal is smeared between her thighs, dripping from her swollen lips, just begging to be licked clean. With her body folded over like that, she looks absolutely incredible. I close the distance between us and run my hands over the firm globes of her ass, squeezing the cheeks. The pads of my fingers dig into her flesh , causing her to tense , most likely from the pain. I ignore my aching cock that’s begging me to fuck her from behind, and instead, my hand sails down on her right cheek making painful contact. Her ass jiggles and turns red almost instantly. She lets out a strangled sound of surprise, and that does me in. With a growl, I drop to my knees and shove my face between her cheeks, my tongue lapping at that delicious honey dripping from her cunt, and I lick her clean until she’s groaning and writhing, her locked legs threatening to give out on her. 
I fondle her tits while I eat her pussy. I stroke my tongue in and out of her tight little cunt, enjoying the way her muscles spasm. I suck on her clit and trail my tongue up. Up, up, up, until I feel her tense. 
“What are you… oh, fuck,” she whispers in complete ecstasy as I swirl my tongue around her puckered little hole. She makes these incoherent little sounds as I lick her hole and slide my fingers inside her cunt. Not in the mood to play games, I hook them, arching them inside of her and stroking them against her wall. 
Blossom tries to get away from my hold, and I punish her with my hand sailing down against her ass cheek. The crack of my palm against her skin is deafening, and the way she cries out and her tight little channel spasms on my fingers has me doing it again and again. I bring my palm down on each globe, alternating between harsh and soft blows, gentle petting and aggressive groping. By the way she’s groaning and the way her pussy is flooding with arousal, I’d say she’s enjoying the sting of pain. 
My grip on her ass tightens , and I fingerfuck her harder, swirling my tongue faster. Her wetness squelches around us, and fuck me, it’s the most delicious sound in the world. When her cunt tightens around my fingers and her breathing escalates, I know she’s right there. 
“Cum on my fingers, sweet girl. Let me taste you.”
“Oh god,” she groans , and soon enough, she’s coming. Her pussy contracts as I pump into her, and I feel her cum slide down between my fingers, along my hand. I pull away, glancing down at the perfect mess between her legs. Her thick cream coats my fingers and drips from her swollen folds. I pull my digits out and clean her with my tongue, devouring her like she belongs to me, like this pussy belongs to me— and it does. I feel it in the way she gives herself to me. The way her body surrenders. Any chance I had that involved giving her up was fucked the second I slid in her warm cunt . I’m just scratching the surface of the sexual deviant inside her and the feisty woman hidden beneath all these layers. 
She’s mine. Plain and simple. 

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