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Exclusive Alternative POV Scene: Owned by M.Never

Check out this exclusive alternative POV scene from Ruined by M. Never! 
Expected publication date June 2015.

Decadence After Dark Series by M. Never
“I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”

Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes – until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo’s infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing.
Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.

In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.

Owned is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a
Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

With one look he consumed me.
With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.
“No matter where you go or who you’re with, you’ll always be mine.”
Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren’t always as they seem.
Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she’s gone now, doesn’t mean she’ll be gone forever. She is his, and he won’t stop until he’s reclaimed her as his own.
Claimed is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Kayne Roberts.
Kayne Rivers.
Kayne Stevens.
No matter his name, one fact remains the same. He’s the man who enslaved me, ensnared me, claimed me and ruined me…For all other men that is.
My life.
My love
My happiness.
All belong to him.
I belong to no one but him.
He owns me.
And I own him.

Alternative POV Scene 
I see her coming before she sees me.
She’s squeezing through the traffic jam of people in front of the door to her office building. She looks perfectly sexy like always, long brownish blonde hair flipping in the breeze, tight skirt hugging all the right curves, and white button-up top leaving everything to the imagination. I walk slowly up the sidewalk, taking my time so I can watch her. I always watch her. And right now I’m watching as her heel gets caught in a crack in the sidewalk. Watching as she flies forward and lands on her hands and knees mere feet in front of me. I hurry to help her as people pass by, either ignoring her or snickering at her as she tries to pull her wits together. 
“Okay down there?” I put my hand out to help her. She looks up at me with large green eyes and rosy red cheeks. I feel my blood flow speed up. Ellie on her knees, all doe-eyed and humiliated. I’d take her in that position any day. She doesn't respond, and I frown. Did I say something wrong? Maybe she’s really hurt. “Ellie, are you okay? Do you need me to carry you?”
Her lips finally move. “No, I’m okay.” She fumbles as I pluck her up and help her to stand. She stares at me, looking a little lost. I smile down at her, and then drop my gaze lower, unable to stop myself, with her cleavage on full display; if I thought that shirt left everything to the imagination, I was just proven wrong. Her perky, smooth breasts cupped in white lace has my arousal running wild. 
“Nice,” I quip before I can stop myself. 
She grabs her shirt and yanks it closed, her cheeks glowing brighter. Not wanting to embarrass her any further, I open the door as she rights her shirt and re-fastens the buttons. To say I’m not disappointed would be a lie, I would much rather have her take her clothes off then put them back on. 

We walk silently to the elevator, and once on, Ellie pulls the hem of her skirt up just a bit to check the scrape on her knee. I try not to gawk, but she’s giving me all types of views I have only fantasized about. I maintain my distance and professionalism when I visit Expo, the shipping company that handles the exportation of my company goods out of Mexico. Tequila and limes have been extraordinarily lucrative for me, and so has Mark, Expo’s owner. Although eccentric, he is extremely brilliant at what he does. Which is exactly why I hired him. If there is a way to save a dime, Mark will find it. 
The elevator doors ding open, and mine and Ellie’s private time is over all too soon. 
“Kayne,” Mark greets me with a handshake while also blinding me with a bright purple dress shirt. 
“Mark,” I return. 
“Everything is set up,” he informs me. “Ellie, please escort Mr. Roberts to the conference room. And tend to whatever he needs.” 
“Yes, Mark,” she answers dutifully, and I swear to god hearing those words leave her lips makes me instantly hard. I take a deep breath to calm myself. I have way too many erotic images of Ellie running through my mind already, her succumbing to my darkest desires may just be the temptation of all temptations to step over the line of self-control. I don't know what is it about this girl, but from the moment I laid eyes on her, I have wanted to possess her like the sun owns the light. It’s very unlike me.
I follow Ellie to the conference room. I don’t really need an escort, I’ve been here enough times to find it on my own, but I’m not complaining. I get to watch Ellie shimmy down the hallway in that tight skirt, hugging all the right curves of her hips and ass. As nice as Ellie’s tits are, it’s her ass that has my full attention. 
I make myself comfortable in one of the leather office chairs once inside the immense room with large picture windows overlooking New York City. It’s not the greatest view in the world, but for Mark’s budding company, it’s impressive enough. 
“Coffee?” Ellie asks me. 
“Yes, please.” I smooth my tie, trying to feign disinterest, “Milk-”
“No sugar,” she finishes my sentence. I can’t help but smile. 
“You remembered.” I don't know why this surprises me, but it does. And not only does it surprise me, but pleasantly so. I like the idea of her knowing what I like. Call it my selfish desire to be served, or even better, serviced, by her.  
“It’s my job not to forget,” she responds. 
“Rare quality. Attentiveness,” I muse, suddenly picturing Ellie’s mouth attentively around my cock.  
“I guess.” She shrugs, seeming uncomfortable. I wonder if she can read my mind, or if my professional exterior is just wavering. “I’ll be right back.” She leaves the room in a hurry. 
I wonder if my stiff demeanor scared her off. Playing professional is much more of a challenge today. 
Disappointingly, Ellie doesn't return before the meeting gets started. Mark was quick to rush in right after she left with his entourage of personnel.  Maybe it’s for the best. My erotic little fantasies are probably better off being just that, fantasies. Ellie is off limits, untouchable. She doesn’t belong in my world, and I certainly don’t belong in hers. Our differences are just too wide spread. Even if she was open to my self-indulgent ideals, would I really want to corrupt something so adorable? So frisky and warm? Turn a cuddly little kitten into a lecherous house cat? As she hands me my coffee and our fingers brush, I consider the answer to maybe be yes. Definitely yes. Hell fucking yes. I want her to be my kitten.  My naked, submissive, lascivious little sex kitten, who comes in a multitude of ways when I call her.  
I need to stop. Put the idea of Ellie being mine completely out of my head. It can’t happen, I tell myself as I stare blatantly at her ass while she bends over and places a plate of baked goods in the center of the table. I can still look even if I can’t touch. It’s a disappointing sentiment, but one I have to stick by, no matter how much my cock curses me. 
I force myself to concentrate on Mark as Ellie leaves the room. I’m here for business and that’s what I need to focus on. Too bad my mind has other plans and wanders off to an image of Ellie splayed out on the conference room table, her shirt ripped open, her breasts exposed, her skirt hiked up to her hips with my head buried between her legs- licking, sucking, savoring her sweet spot as I make her come. I’d relish in her screams right before I buried myself balls deep in her wet pussy and fucked her until I forgot where she began and I ended. 
“Kayne?” I faintly hear my name. “Kayne?” Mark’s voice cuts through my vivid fantasy. 
“Mmm?” I answer, mindlessly. 
“What do you think?” The new route? It’s a huge cost savings in the end.” 
“It’s good.” I try to sound self-assured, even though I heard little to nothing of what Mark said.
“So I can start the charters next week?” he asks eagerly.
“Absolutely.” I’m going to have to study this plan later on today. That’s what I get for daydreaming. I glance out one of the windows into the office and see Ellie. My fantasizing was totally worth it. 
“Wonderful.” Mark closes his leather folder and zips it up. The meeting is adjourned. 
“Do you mind if I stay and send a few emails before I go?” I ask Mark as everyone else files out. 
“Of course, by all means.” He smiles. 
Good, because I need a minute. If I stand up, it will be clear the very last thing I was concentrating on was work. I start to doodle on the paper in front of me, attempting to distract myself from my raging hormones. 
“Ellie. Can you clean up in there?” I hear Mark yell. Oh shit. “I’m heading to lunch.” 
“Yes, Mark”, is her obedient response once again, and yet another trigger for my arousal. I’m never going to get out of here. I’m screwed. 
“How was the meeting?” she asks sweetly as she collects the information folders left behind. 
“Excellent. Mark is a genius at logistics. He found an alternate route out of Mexico that will save a few hundred thousand over the next year. I’m pleased.” See? I was sort of paying attention. 
“That’s good.” She smiles, and the sentiment shines in her eyes. There’s no false pretenses with Ellie—what you see is what you get. Maybe that’s what draws me to her, she’s genuine. I haven't had much honest-to-goodness in my life. It’s refreshing. 
“No lunch for you?” she asks, as she makes her way around the table. 
“I have another meeting in an hour. Mark said I can utilize the conference room to do some work and kill time.”
“I see.” She picks up the last file folder and is now standing quite close to me.
“What about you?” I ask as I eye her. 
“My lunch is sitting right in front of you. I’ll be dining on miniature cupcakes.”
“Healthy,” I mock. 
“I know, but they’re little. So…less calories.” She shrugs playfully. 
“I guess that’s one way to spin it,” I respond, pulling the silver tray toward me. “Which flavor is your favorite?” I pin my stare on her. 
She swallows thickly, “It’s a toss-up between red velvet and lemon drop.”
“Well, I’m a red velvet man myself.” I pick up the last red velvet cupcake on the plate. “Would you mind sharing your lunch with me, Ellie?” 
“Of course not, it’s only polite to share,” she says, fiddling with the collar of her shirt. I think I’m getting to her. I know I shouldn't toy with her, but it’s just too easy, and I want her so much. I wonder if I pull the blinds so no one in the office can see us, could I seduce her right here on the spot, live out my fantasy just once, then never look back again? Instant gratification and selfish desire all wrapped up in sunny afternoon.
I pull the wrapper off the red cake and then split it in two. “Sit.” I order her.
Ellie immediately sits, clutching the file folders tightly to her chest. I offer her one half of the cupcake, and she takes it with shaky fingers. 
“Do I make you nervous, Ellie?” I ask as I lightly lick the cream cheese frosting. 
“No. Just too much coffee.” She tries to play it cool, but I can see right through her. Reading people is what I do. And I definitely intimidate Ellie. 
“I see.” I stare at her intently, licking off the icing exactly how I would lick her clit given the change; slowly, in a circular motion, covering every single inch. “Aren't you going to eat?” I ask enticingly, right before I stuff the naked cupcake into my mouth. Yum. 
I raise my eyebrows expectantly as Ellie just sits there unable to move. That’s when she shoves her half of the cupcake into her mouth. I can’t help but smirk and brush a crumb off her bottom lip. This is the most unintimidating woman I have ever met, and hands down the sexiest. 
If I were ever going to break my own rules, it would definitely be for her. 

Author Bio & Media Links:  
M. NEVER resides New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!


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