Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“That will be all for today, Robert. Put Ms. Steven’s bag inside the house,” Roman tells the driver, as if bringing a woman to his house at almost three a.m. is an everyday occurrence.
“Very well, sir.” Robert says. I hear him, but my eyes are glued to Roman’s face and the look in his eye as he watches me.
“You dance in these shoes. Is there some reason you’re having trouble walking in them?” Roman asks, his arms still around me.
“Gee. I’m going to go with nerves. My boss at work is trying to tie me in knots,” I snap.
“I do plan on tying you up, pet, but I’ll make sure you like it,” he says with a dark smile.
I think my ovaries just spontaneously combusted. I really need to get a handle on things.
I swallow at his words and ignore the shudder of excitement that runs through me. “Roman, I told you this is just not a good idea. I came here to get your help to find my brother. I’m just not looking for a relationship right now.”
“Neither am I.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
“I don’t do relationships, pet. I want to fuck you.”
His words steal my breath. How do I respond? I should slap his face. I shouldn’t be interested in this man, but there’s some type of pure male magnetism surrounding him, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that from the moment I first saw him, I wanted him. That’s what dancing for him was all about. It was reckless and stupid, but then being here is, too.
“I don’t do one-night-stands, and could you please quit calling me that? I’m not a dog.”
His deep brown eyes flick over my body.
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear, Ana. You don’t have a choice in this,” he says.
“What are you doing?” I cry, beating against his chest when he pulls me up in his arms, carrying me toward the front door of his home.
He grabs both of my hands in one of his, securing it around my wrists. He leans down so that our lips are just a breath apart. The heat coming off of him surrounds me and robs me of my voice.
“This will not be a one-night-stand, pet.” His dark voice slithers over me and I’m frozen, unable to move, glued to the promise written all over his face. “This will be about submission. Yours. You will give yourself to me in every way you can possibly imagine.”
“You’re crazy,” I whisper. I deny him, but I’m afraid because I can hear the surety in his voice and I’m called to it.
“On the contrary, I’m quite sane. Give me your lips, Ana.”
“This is crazy. Why would I submit to you?”
“Because I will give you more pleasure than your body could ever imagine.”
“Roman,” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
“And because, Ana, you won’t have a choice. Now, give me your lips.”
I pull against his hold, needing to get away from him, to breathe, to try and think, because I’m being drugged by the scent of him, by the feel of him surrounding me, by the need in his voice and the dark promises in his eyes. All of it is closing in on me and seducing me.
The harder I pull, the rougher his hold becomes on my hip until his fingers are biting into my skin. I gasp at the sting of pain and the rough way he handles me.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, pet. I prefer the easy right now. But, I will not lie to you. I will be a happy man if you choose the hard way. I will enjoy the fuck out of going that route with you. So, choose Ana.”
“I don’t understand,” I tell him, thoroughly confused. Perhaps it is my lack of sleep, or stress has taken its toll on me and I have completely lost it. Whatever it is, I am completely out of my depth for the first time in my life.
“Give. Me. Your. Lips.” His order comes off as dark words punctuated with heavy need. There’s no way I should obey his command. No way on earth. Yet, my head bends into him, wanting his kiss, craving it.
He takes my lips, claiming them with a fierceness that should terrify me, but instead sets my body aflame. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, torturing and teasing it with his own. He plunders every corner of my mouth, every small nook and crevice, and his taste is a mixture of alcohol, lust, and all man.
The kiss changes slowly. It becomes more about calming and enjoying instead of possessing, and only then do I break away to drag oxygen into my lungs. My breathing is heavy, my heart hammers against my chest, and my body hums with pleasure. I can feel his cock pushing into my hip and he’s rock hard. The heat from it alone brands me. I bite my lip to keep from rubbing against it like a cat in heat.