End of the Innocence (Innocence #3) Alessandra Torre
Review from Jeannie Zelos Book reviews.
So, I started with Brad’s book in The Diary of Brad de Luca, before reading any of the other books and that was a mistake. I’d loved Alessandra’s Dumont Diaries though, so tried out the first of this trilogy and was hooked…and the Diary made much more sense. And yes, just like Julia I fell in love with the arrogant Alpha man that was Brad. So getting the final part of the story was welcome, and yet… I’m always sad to say goodbye at the end of a good book or series. Thankfully though I’m one of those people who can read and reread favourites, and this quartet will certainly join my keepers file for that.
Its the same excellent quality of writing we’ve come to expect from Alessandra, sex scenes that go beyond page after page of stripping off and a quick bang against the wall/door/floor as we so often get. Alessandra’s scenes last for pages, building up the intensity and drama, making the reader wonder what’s coming next, and adding in things that turn it from just sex into an exciting and sensual adventure. The story too devolved from the typical romantic trilogy, into one with an element of thriller about it that shows the machinations of Brad so well. I couldn’t believe how much he’d changed after he met Julia – nor it seems could his friends, family and work colleagues! From being a one and done type man, no expectations, no complications he’s become smitten with Julia, romance pours out from him now, he wants her in his life forever, and will do anything to keep her safe. With a family like his though with its strong Mafia type influence that’s difficult, even though he turned away from that side many years ago. Julia too has changed, gone is the slightly shy, innocent girl that joined the firm as an intern and she’s become a confident and sexy young woman, who’ll do anything for Brad as she loves him deeply. There’s a shadow from her past that creeps into this book though and that she needs to deal with.
Its a riveting, erotic read once again, full of surprises to keep reader on their toes. Its full of sensuality, hot, erotic sex, drama and tears, laughter and happiness, all the deep emotions I need in my reading. Its got an ending that’s just perfect in my view but if you want a little more from Brad and Julia, and a peep into their future, Alessandra has put a few more pages of an epilogue on her website which really finished things for me and made me happy 🙂
Stars: five., a great sensual, erotic read.
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I felt Brad’s hand move, tugging on my chair and pulling me close to him. He captured my face in his hands, his eyes examining my features. “I love you so much,” he murmured, his eyes moving over and focusing on my lips before he tugged me to him, taking ownership of my mouth with a few soft swipes of his tongue. I opened my lips further, deepening the contact, my hands stealing into his hair. I broke the kiss, pushing my chair back and standing, moving closer to him and spreading his knees with my legs. He slid deeper in the chair, reclining back against the soft leather, gazing up at me with a latent dominance of the nothing-but-trouble variety. I grinned playfully down at him, and slid one strap, then the other, of my dress down, dragging the fabric until my bare breasts were exposed, lit softly by the blue-gray lights of the room.
He groaned softly, a guttural sound, and stared into my eyes, tightening his knees against my legs. “Come here.”
I shook my head and knelt, running my hands softly up his dress pants, past his muscular thighs, until I reached his belt. He watched me, his eyes darkening and he leaned forward suddenly, snagging my chin and pulling it up, his eyes grabbing me possessively before kissing me hard, a deep kiss that reclaimed his power before he released me, leaning back and watching me.
“Do you always have to be in control, Mr. De Luca?” I purred the words, unbuckling his belt with one motion, then rubbed my hand over the zipper line, feeling the outline of his cock underneath the fabric, the shape of him hardening under my fingers. He didn’t answer, his eyes locked on mine, dark orbs of sexuality. I suddenly needed to see him, needed to have his bare skin in my hand, to feel the throb of what was mine. I looked away from his eyes, focusing, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then, he was in my hand, an impossibly thick, hard shaft, the skin hot beneath my palm. I stroked it, the firm grip eliciting an intake of Brad’s breath.
“Put it in your mouth.” The order came through in a drugged tone, desire glowing at me from under heavy eyelids.
I shook my head, increasing the speed of my stroke as I watched him. He frowned slightly, lifting his hips a bit, bringing the nine inches of insanity closer to my face. I spoke, my tone a mixture of dominance and bite. “What is your plan with the girl?”
He sat up slightly, his eyes opening more, and watching me carefully. “What girl?”
“The stripper. The one you fucked last time you were here.”
“I thought that didn’t bother you.”
I hissed. “It didn’t bother me last time. Things are different now. Are you going to talk to her?”
“I feel like this is a test of some sort …” he mumbled. His breath hitched a bit as I squeezed his cock, loving the feel of complete stiffness in my hands. “What is you want, Julia?”
I ran my tongue lightly, teasingly, over the top of his head, taking it into my mouth for one brief moment before I pulled off, my hands never pausing in their movement, a quick pace that traveled his entire length with every stroke. “I want you to handle it,” I said firmly. “I want her to understand that you will never have sex with her again.”
“Never?” I released him, the sudden departure causing his eyes to open and a frown to settle over his features. “I’m joking. Don’t stop.”
I resumed my movement, my free hand gathering his heavy balls in my hand, squeezing him softly as I stroked his length with a firm hand.
“Come here,” he said, sitting up and pulling on my arms.
“No.” I fixed him with my sternest look, my hand increasing in speed.
“Julia, come here. I want to talk to you about this without being tongue-tied by your hands on my cock.” He pulled harder, his strong arms lifting me easily onto his lap, despite my best attempt at resistance.
Sitting on his lap created a new set of problems. Mainly him, standing at attention against my thighs. I sat sideways on his lap and spread my knees slightly, my hand stealing in between my legs to grab him.