Title: Lost In Mr. Parks (The Parks, #3)
Author: Lilly James
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2016Wade Parks spent his entire childhood trying to escape the control of his abusive, alcoholic father…
As an adult, he’s eager to control every aspect of his own life. Women and building his business empire were only the beginning of Wade’s obsessions…until he fell in love.
Evelyn Banks’ life has been turned around, and she has Wade to thank…
Wade is walking a tightrope to hell, and Evelyn is determined to pull him out, just like he has done for her. With Evelyn’s help, Wade starts to forget his past, but luck doesn’t seem to be on their side. Just when their relationship is stronger than ever, one deeply buried secret is exposed and may be more than their bond can bear.
A twisted obsession is not the only hidden part of Mr. Park’s life…
When dark family skeletons come out of the shadows, it’s sink or swim. There’s a part of his past that Wade isn’t telling, and when it comes to a head, his future with Evelyn is uncertain, and her life is on the line.
With ominous threats closer than they realize, Evelyn might find herself lost in something deeper and far more dangerous than Mr. Parks…
Travie stormed his way over to the door and yanked it open. “She’s here! You know falling in love with this woman will fucking ruin you, right? She will cut you open.”
“Then let me fucking bleed,” Parks snarled, forcing Travie to back off as Travie’s eyes scanned the incredible body of the Incredible Hulk that stood in the doorway. Travie turned to me, nostrils flaring, temper rising, then he turned back to Parks. “I hope you know what you’re dealing with here. This bitch is fucked up and uncontrollable.”
Parks’s jaw tightened and the fine angles of his face sharpened in anger right before he swung a right hook to Travie’s jaw, making him stumble backwards. Travie knew better than to retaliate, so he held his hands up in surrender. “She’s all yours.” Parks marched towards me, his stride fierce and primal. His presence stopped my heart. I knew he was about to explode, but I couldn’t help but notice the way my chest had tightened as soon as he walked in. The way the heat between my legs soared and ached as I watched his long legs coming towards me, knowing damn well what he was packing between them. It was the wrong moment to be thinking with my lady organ, but fuck me, I wanted to ride his cock the moment I saw him. At first it was tough to accept or believe that Parks affected me so vigorously.
However, I had accepted it and loved it. I craved the way he made me feel. I never even got to defend myself as Parks grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me out of the shop. I tried to move in the opposite direction so he couldn’t get a good grip on me. “Let go,” I yelled, yanking on his arm, but he wouldn’t relent. We were moving closer to his Jaguar that was parked bedside the kerb, so I pulled harder.
“You forget the part where you are mine,” Parks yelled back, yanking the passenger-side door open and pushing me into the car.
“I’m yours?” I scoffed as I glared at him, but instead of answering he slammed the door on me. I waited until he got into his side of the car, then punched him in the shoulder. “If I belong to you, then why are we not together? You can’t tell me I’m yours when you don’t fucking want me. If you don’t want me, then someone else will.” I yanked on the handle, trying to escape, but he pulled me back in and locked the doors.
“No one else will ever touch you. Ever. You hear me? Everything about you belongs to me. For as long as I live, I will make sure you never go near any man that isn’t me.”
“I can fuck who I like. You don’t want me,” I screamed, getting in his face. I was beyond exhausted, furious, and turned the fuck on by his presence. I ached for him in ways I shouldn’t have ached.
Parks’s jaw tightened again. “Don’t fuck with me, Evelyn. You’re really pushing me.”
“Good,” I spat insolently. “Maybe I wanna fucking push you. Because it’s better to get a reaction from you than get nothing at all.” He gripped hold of me by the tops of my arms. “This is why you did this? To push me?”
I ripped away from him. “To gauge a reaction. I need you, Wade. I really fucking need you, and you’re not there to hold me at night. You’re not there to be my safe. I thought you loved me.”
He punched the steering wheel again. “Evelyn, I love you more than anything on this fucking planet.”
“Then love me,” I screamed.