Thursday, June 11, 2015

Review Blitz: Better When It Hurts ( Stripped #2 ) by Skye Warren


Five years ago we lived in the same house. He was the ultimate bad boy. And my foster brother.

Now he's back. Tougher, harder, meaner. All of it aimed at me, because I was the one who sent him away. It's payback time. He wants his pound of flesh, and I am helpless to say no.


Dark Romance


Review ( 5 stars )

I love this Stripped #2 is so much much more than Stripped #1. Better When It Hurts is a 179 pages pack full of deliciousness. Is a book that you will want to read in one sitting because there isn't any lull moment that allow you to put it down for a break. I'm not a fan of angst, but this one is full of delicious angst that enable me to savor every moment of it.

The story drew you in from the first page itself. You might think you miss something because Warren didn't waste time on the introduction. But fear not, this can work as a standalone, the only thing that you need to know about Lola and Blue from the previous book is that she is a stripper and he is a bouncer that had his eyes on her. That's all.

I'm intrigue to know the history between Lola and Blue. We told that they were foster siblings and were a couple, but Lola did something that caused Blue to be sent away. I smell something fishy and bad about the whole mystery event.

Lola is adamant that Blue came back for revenge and he want to exact his payment in terms of having her body any way imaginable. Why is it that with Blue coercing sex from Lola is making me hot all over. Even his harsh treatment and cruelty towards her is making me fucking turned on big time!

"I'm the only one who gets to fuck you. The only person who's going to mark this pretty skin is me." 
He dips two fingers inside my pussy and scoops his come out. With a cold glint in his eyes, he pushes those fingers inside my mouth. Salt and arousal spill onto my tongue, made rough by the calluses of his hands.

Let me stressed it again. The sex is filthy and dirty and I'm warning you that wetting your panties is eminent. 

Even without having Blue's POV, I was totally in love with the guy. He might seems cruel to Lola in the beginning because he was harboring some hatred and resentment towards her, but we learned that deep down he still unable to forget Lola despite whatever she did to him. He is always there in the shadow, looking after her, protecting her. 
"I can't let you go. You know that, don't you? You're mine now. Learn the taste of me, the feel of me, because this is the only cock that's going to be in your mouth. I'm the only man you're going to fuck"
Better When It Hurts is the book with the perfect pacing, well developed characters that make you root for them, the sex is superbly done and the ending left you wanting more. Although I love the ending, I wish I got more of Blue and Lola's future and their time together. Here's to hoping Skye Warren will visit these characters again.

"You're mine now, Lola. For better or for fucking worse. You sent me away all those years ago, but there's nothing you can do to me now."

Rating 5/5

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Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of dark romance.

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I try not to scan the floor when I enter. There’s already a buzz in the air, the hunger and desperation of a strip club on Saturday night. I’m ready to earn money, ready to move my body.
Ready to pretend Blue doesn’t bother me.

He’s nowhere in sight, and I breathe a sigh of relief. A group of men are still gathered near the railing. They’d tipped me pretty well while I was up there, so I figure I have a good shot at a lap dance. I saunter over, my breasts barely contained in the red bikini top, my skin coated in sweat and glitter and the thick smoke of this place.

“Nice set,” says a low voice from behind me.

I turn to see Blue standing there, arms crossed so his muscles bulge, lids lowered in that intense way of his. Shit. “Thanks,” I say, but the only thing I’m really thankful for is that my voice doesn’t shake.

He’s the head of security at the Grand, which should make me feel safe. Except we have a history. And he hates my guts. So there’s no affection in his eyes when they scan me up and down. No kindness in his voice when he adds, “You look great.”

The way he says it, it sounds like a threat. He makes me feel like the scared little girl I used to be when I knew him before. And him? He’s like the big bad wolf, sizing me up before he swallows me whole.

I force myself to shrug at him, to toss my hair. “Thanks, sweetie.”

He circles me, surrounding me. “But then, you always look great. That’s what you like, isn’t it? Having men panting after you? Leading us along by our dicks?”

My throat gets tight. I know that’s what people think of me. They take one look at my lipstick and my short skirt and assume the worst. God, they’re right. But it’s worse to hear it from him. Worse because he once believed in me. “Do you expect me to apologize for earning a living?”

His lids lower. “Not for that.”

I can’t meet his eyes. I know exactly what he wants me to apologize for. And he’ll never believe me. Even showing weakness in this game is enough to get me killed. “I don’t apologize to anyone.”

“Of course you don’t,” he says, his voice full of loathing. “But I don’t want your words.”

I can’t help but whisper, “What do you want?”

That makes him smile. It’s not a nice smile. “I think you know the answer to that.”

He wants to hurt me, to use me. He wants to fuck me. I swallow hard. “That isn’t for sale.”

“I wasn’t planning to pay you.”

This should be easy. Tell him no. Make him believe it. I’ve done this for a thousand men before. Somehow he’s different. Maybe because I don’t really believe it myself.

I know he’s watching me. I know he’s hatching his plans. My heart speeds up every time I turn away from him, wondering if this is the time he’ll pounce. One of these times, he’s going to dig into me with his teeth and his claws. He’s going to hurt me, and I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

Not tonight, though. Not now.

I take a step away from him. “If you aren’t going to pay for my time, I think I’ll find someone who will.”

His eyes darken. “Your call, gorgeous.”

I hear the unspoken message beneath his words, steel under velvet. For now.