Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Finding Finley - Desires Unleashed Collection (Finding #1) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Riley Hart |
| Language: | English |
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FINLEY I may be young, but I know what I want. I yearn to be submissive, both in and out of the bedroom. There’s nothing I crave more than being under the control of another man. Handing over power would fulfill a need I feel down to the marrow of my bones. What I don’t know is how to get it. This kind of relationship requires complete trust—something I don’t give to anyone except my only friend. Then along comes Dr. Aidan Kingsley. For the third time in my life, he helps me, without even knowing it, and someone like that, I can’t help but believe in. This is the man I’m meant to be on my knees for. Aidan is meant to be my Sir. AIDAN I’ve never had a full-time submissive. I’ve certainly never had a houseboy, but when I meet Finley, I can’t seem to turn him away. Instead, I decide to keep things simple, showing Finley that he can take pride on his knees but also stand on his own. He takes care of my home, and he gives me control, in a strictly platonic way, even though he wants more. He’s so beautiful, so naturally submissive, that I’m having a hard time sticking to my rules. The more he flourishes and the more he craves from me, the tougher I find it to deny him. Before I know it, he’s under my skin. In my bed and in my heart. It wasn’t supposed to go this far. I was only supposed to give him the tools he needed to find his own strength, yet somehow, in the finding of Finley, I found myself too. But my precious boy is only twenty; nineteen years my junior. And as I’ve told him, forever is a long time, and nothing in life is guaranteed. ****Warning: Finding Finley contains various kinks, BDSM elements, domestic discipline and a nineteen-year age gap. Please take that into consideration before deciding if this book is for you. Finding Finley is part of the Desires Unleashed collection—which is not a series, but a line of books with similar themes. Please be aware that Desires Unleashed are not your typical Riley Hart romance. You can expect the mental and emotional journey to be led by the physical/sexual moments—which will be intense and kinky. But as always, you'll still get strong characters and development and a once in a lifetime love. | |
| Books in Series: | Finding Series by Riley Hart |
| Books by Author: | Riley Hart |
PROLOGUE
Finley
“I’m ten years old. I should be able to stay at home by myself.” I loved my mom but hated that sometimes she treated me like I was a baby. I was the man of the house. It was just her and me, and it always had been. There was no reason I couldn’t take care of myself and the apartment.
“Not overnight, Finley.”
“But, Mom—” Boom. Boom. Boom. I was interrupted by banging sounds from the party in the apartment above ours. Mom worked the graveyard shift at a local hospital. She was in housekeeping, which meant she had to clean up all the gross stuff all the time. She said she was thankful for the job, that it was a good one and I should appreciate it too, but all I knew was she was always tired, had to stay up all night, and that she worried about me. She even made a babysitter stay with me, but Karen had called at the last minute to say she was sick.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know what to do. God, I don’t know what to do. Why does everything have to be so hard?” Mom paced the small living room. It was super clean. Mom always said we might not live in the best places, but she’d damn sure make them a home.
She didn’t have to keep speaking—I knew what she was thinking. There was a break-in three apartments down from us two weeks ago. Mom was worried about me. Mom was always worried about me. It was my fault she was alone and lost her family, which made guilt weigh down my bones, so I said, “I’ll go get my stuff.” I wasn’t going to make this harder on her.
We came up with a plan. I was going to stay in the ER waiting room. She packed me snacks, a blanket, books, and a Game Boy she’d saved to buy. If anyone asked, I was supposed to say I was waiting for my mom, who was in with the doctor, but she hoped no one would notice. This was LA, and the waiting rooms were always crazy-busy.
I sat there for hours. I was bored and sleepy, but the lady sitting beside me kept saying she had bugs under her skin and sort of freaking out. I didn’t want bugs under my skin, so I grabbed my stuff and left. I wasn’t supposed to go out of the waiting room, but I’d be good, quiet. I’d still look like a patient waiting.
I wandered around the hallways a bit. They kept the doors locked to the main side of the hospital, so I couldn’t go far. My eyes were getting heavy and scratchy, but I didn’t want to go back and risk getting bugs under my skin.
There was this part of the hallway that dipped in, like someone had cut a rectangle out of the wall from floor to ceiling. I sat down on the ground in it and leaned my head against the wall, blanket over my legs, and played my game for a bit.
The next thing I knew, there was a hand on my shoulder. “Hey…are you okay?”
My eyes jerked open to see a guy kneeling beside me. He had on a white jacket that said Dr. Kingsley on it. He had black hair and big brown eyes, and he smiled at me. A nice kind of smile that made me feel like maybe he was a nice guy. Still, I froze. The story Mom had told me was there, sitting on my tongue, but I couldn’t make the words leave my mouth.
“Are your parents here? Are you sick?” Dr. Kingsley asked.
My stupid words still wouldn’t come out, and I just kept looking at him.
“Finley…oh my God. I was looking for you!” Mom pushed between me and the doctor and wrapped her arms around me. He stood, looking at us, at Mom in her uniform as I watched him over her shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again. I thought I lost you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you!”
She was squeezing me so tight, I could hardly breathe. Then I felt her go stiff, like she just realized what had happened. She let go of me and turned to the doctor. “I’m sorry. Please…my sitter didn’t show up, and I couldn’t call in at the last moment. I need this job, and I didn’t know what to do. He won’t cause any problems, I promise.”
He frowned. “You brought your son to work with you?”
“I don’t…I don’t have anyone, and I couldn’t afford to miss. I know that’s not your problem—it’s mine. But I’m a great worker. I’ve never missed a day, and—”
“What’s going on here?” Another doctor approached. He was older, with gray hair, and his smile wasn’t as nice as Dr. Kingsley’s.