Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I gathered. He had you locked in your room like a prisoner. Men were bidding on your virginity tonight.” I know my eyes are glowing again because I can feel my bear clawing to get out. He wants to dismember every man who thought to deflower her.
She alternates staring at me and looking back at the pursuing vehicles.
“Also, how can a woman as beautiful as you still be a virgin?” I give my head a hard shake. “Nevermind–I know. Because you’ve been locked in that tower your whole life.”
I try again not to look and fail. Her nipples have hardened to stiff points under the flimsy fabric. Even in the darkness, I can see a flush of color travel up her neck and spread across her gorgeous cleavage.
“You didn’t know about the breeding part until I told you at the ball, did you?”
My bear nearly erupts to the surface then. I don’t know whether it’s from anger at the idea of her being bred or a base animal interest in breeding her myself. Before I can stop it, a low growl emits from my chest.
“No,” my bear snarls before I have him on leash. I need to get control of him before I do something even more reckless than stealing a fair maiden from her tower high. What is it about this woman that makes me nearly come unhinged?
“Is that why you crawled through my window to save me?”
“I was already trying to piece together why Thompson had you under constant guard. But yes, that was enough reason to risk my standing in Thompson’s world to get you out of there.”
She considers me. “I thought you were there to bid on me, too.”
“I gathered.”
“I thought you might be Thom’s idea of a perfect stud.”
“Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know because you’re twice the size of the other men and can swim in a cold ocean with your shirt off?”
My lips twitch. “Did you think I should’ve swum in my tux?”
“Shut up.”
“Did that impress you, Rapunzel?”
“Definitely not.” Her inner thighs clamp together, and the sweet perfume of her arousal fills the small cabin of the car.
Yep, she was impressed.
The admiration is mutual.
“I just thought Thom picked you because you’re a perfect” –she flaps her hand at me– “specimen or something.”
“I swear I knew nothing about the auction, Paloma.”
“So you’re not part of the evil scheme. In that case…” She looks out the window, and I get the sense it’s to hide her face. The scent of her arousal blooms stronger.
My cock stirs in response. Just beneath the surface, my bear rumbles, rattling his cage.
Let me out.
My blood is running south of my waist. I prompt, “In that case?”
“In that case…” She cranes her neck to look behind us. We’re well away from danger now, zipping at more than twice the speed of the other cars. In a few miles, I’ll change highways toward Rhode Island. She turns back and looks me over, thoughtfully. “Giving you my virginity would be the perfect way to sabotage Thom’s grand plans for me.”
Chapter Five
Paloma
Darius makes a strange growling sound and steps on the accelerator. I thought we were going fast before, but now he’s actually flooring it. I hang onto the door handle of the sports car he “borrowed” and glance at the speedometer. One hundred and fifteen miles an hour.
Is he racing to get me to a bed?
My heart speeds along with the car.
This is really happening. The Viking is going to bed me.
Pluck my flower.
Breed me.
I know–I’ve definitely read way too many historical romance novels. Still, the horror of Thom’s plan becomes way more palatable when my Viking is the stud in question. Maybe this is just my way of taking back control in the only limited way I have. Making sure that there’s no virginity left to auction when Thom gets to me gives me satisfaction.
But it’s not just that.
I’m twenty-four years old. I’ve been imprisoned for the last ten years of my life, with no television and limited internet access. Riding Starlight and reading romance novels have been my only pleasures. And yes, those novels may have inspired a healthy interest in sex.
I want to know what it would be like to be claimed by this marauding Viking.
I want to guide his pulsing member into my quivering quim, or whatever the words are. I want it.
With him.
And judging by the tent in his tuxedo pants, he wants it, too.
We whiz past a sign, and he hits the brakes, then takes a turn at a speed that makes the tires screech.
My body pitches against the door, and I hang onto the handle. I would be alarmed, but he handles himself with such surety, such efficiency, that I’m confident he knows what he’s doing. I feel strangely safe with him, despite the fact that he’s put me and Wren in terrible danger.