Review of Three Little Mistakes (The Blindfold Club #3) by Nikki Sloane


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I sell sex, sin, and pleasure, but it isn’t just my business, it’s my entire life. I get off on the power of controlling it all.

 

She’s the one woman I can’t have.

 

She threatens everything, and yet I can’t stay away. There’s a beautiful, sexual creature inside this timid girl that’s desperate to claw its way out. I’m going to set it free, even if it brings my empire tumbling down.

 

I have to believe she’ll be worth all the little mistakes I’ve made

 

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Excerpt:

She smiled knowingly. “You should know, I’m used to getting my way.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her statement felt like a challenge and I couldn’t let it go. “Put your hand in your lap and touch yourself.”

“What?” Her mouth fell open.

“I’m not going to repeat myself when we both know you heard me.”

The air heated and crackled with intensity, swirling around us. Would she obey my first command as my submissive?

Her shoulder shifted hesitantly, and I felt hot on the back of my neck. She was doing as told.

“No,” I snapped, when her gaze darted away, checking to see if anyone was watching. “Eyes stay on me. It’s my responsibility that you don’t get caught.”

The outer rim of her irises were a soft, celery green, giving way to tan just before her dark pupils, that dilated now. I pictured her fingertips below her dress, rubbing herself over her panties.

The corner of my mouth tugged upward. “Do you like being a bad girl for me?”

Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her gaze fixed on mine. She nodded.

“Are you getting wet? Is your tight, little cunt aching for my mouth?”

She jolted. “I don’t like that word.”

“Are you telling me that’s a limit? Pull your underwear to the side and get your fingers in there.”

She swallowed a breath and blinked rapidly. The war inside her head was visible in her beautiful eyes. The want to give in, versus the desire to stay appropriate. If things were different, I’d train her so her want to submit would become need.

Her bicep flexed subtly. Power flared and burned in my veins. Now I pictured her finger sliding inside her body.

“It’s not a limit,” she said, her voice tight. “I just don’t care for it. It’s vulgar.”

“Says the girl fingering herself in a crowded restaurant.” I finished the last bite of my dinner. “Go faster.”

Air was sucked in through her parted lips. She wouldn’t come like this. Not sitting up, with other people around, and from penetration alone. But, goddamn, it was hot as sin watching her.

“I want that to be my cock that’s fucking you right now.” I wanted it with every cell in my miserable body. “Do you want that?”

“Yes.” Her dinner had been abandoned. Her other hand clutched the edge of the table.

“Yes, Sir,” I corrected.

Her eyes hooded. “Yes, Sir.”

And . . . I was hard as steel. Fuck.

“Stop,” I commanded. “Keep your hand exactly where it is.”

Puzzlement flooded her eyes, and quickly turned to anxiety when the waiter appeared tableside.

“How is everything?” he asked, his attention on Noemi as he cleared my plate.

She had no choice but to answer. “It’s great.” Her strained voice was enjoyable.

“Are you all finished?” He gestured to her plate, and she nodded quickly. “Any dessert this evening?”

“No, just the check, please,” I answered. He was gone a moment later and her tight shoulders relaxed, but I wasn’t ready to release her just yet. “Put your fingers in your mouth and clean them off.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, both nervous and excited.

Her hand came up quickly, darting to her mouth, but not fast enough. I’d seen the moisture there. She sank them in her mouth, closed her lips around the first knuckles, and drew them out slowly. Like her meal had been so good, she wanted to lick every last trace from her hand.

“Have you tasted yourself before?”

She flushed, broke the gaze, and looked guilty. “Yes.”

“Look at me.” The edge in my voice was dark, and it came out just a little louder than I wanted it to. If we’d been alone, I would have delivered a physical, negative reinforcement, but I couldn’t do anything from across the table. “Yes, Sir, my filthy girl.”

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Good Lawd!  I’m still trying to come down from the high that this book took me to.  I don’t think I’ve EVER read a book this kinky, fifthy, and seriously, had to take a cold shower after I read it.  If you are looking for a very sexy, hot read then this is for you.  I still can’t get over how Ms. Sloane was able to be so creative in her sex scenes but she was.  Most writers don’t do that and especially when there is BDSM involved.

One of the great things about this story is the story itself.  Joseph is the owner of a brothel and when Noemi walks into his life, he realizes for the first time that he does want a relationship with someone other than just sex.  Dominant, dirty talker, uber sexy is what Joseph is to me.  I couldn’t get enough of him.  While he can be a total alpha, he’s not an a**hole.  He can be sweet to Noemi and giving.

Noemi is a bit naive when it comes to sexual being.  Of course, I thought to myself…not another FSOG heroine but I couldn’t have been more wrong.  She wanted her sexual being to come out and when it did…holy moly.  Talk about a complete 360.  While sweet and good, once she’s had Joseph there is no turning back.

There is a bit of family drama in regards to Jospeh and Noemi’s father.  Well written but doesn’t take away from the core of the story…Joseph and Noemi.

Word of warning…I didn’t read the other two books in the series but I was never lost.  But dang…I’m not sure if the Kindle and myself can read the other two.  😉 I’m not kidding when I said this is the hottest book I’ve ever read.  And you know that Harlie doesn’t read the hot stuff that much anymore but I HIGHLY suggest reading Nikki Sloane.

I’m hooked on her writing, voice and her creativity in creating believable sex scenes in erotic romance.  She doesn’t shy away but at the same time, they are perfectly placed within the book and her characters come to life.  They make sense.

I look forward to reading more from Ms. Sloane in the future.  🙂

4.5harlies

 

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Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.

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