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)
“I choose the Viking.” My voice is husky. “That’s you for tonight.”
“Ah.” I feel his belly shudder in and out as I stroke my fingers slowly up his length. “I see.” His breath is ragged.
I remove my hand and sit back. “But if you’re not willing…” For the first time, ever, I have a sense of a woman’s power over a man.
This is the reason men like Thom hold women captive or force them to breed. They’re working so hard to master something that frightens them. That could control them if they’re not careful.
He catches my wrist again and pulls it to his mouth. This time, he parts his lips and moves them across my pulse, inhaling deeply like my scent has some erotic power over him. Which is strange because I’m not wearing any perfume. Why would the girl in the tower need to smell good?
“I’m willing, princess. I’ll be your Viking. I’ll be whatever you want me to be tonight. Like you said, it’s your fantasy. Who am I to deny a woman her deepest desires?”
A tiny orgasm ripples through me at that. My ass lifts off the seat, and my thighs slap together as the muscles grip and spasm.
The Viking looks over. “Did you just come?”
I’m breathless. This fantasy is fantastic. “Yes.”
He shakes his head slowly and tsks, all the while still driving twice the speed limit and passing the few cars that are out on this highway tonight. “Naughty princess. You’re the Viking’s prize. Don’t you know?” His eyes gleam in the headlights of an oncoming car. “You don’t get to come without permission.”
The flesh between my legs lifts and tightens.
“If you do it again, I’ll have to take you across my knees for a real Viking punishment.”
Darius
I’m about to come in my pants, too.
Let me out.
My bear claws to free himself.
My dick is harder than stone. I should pay more attention to the road and keep a lookout for law enforcement, since I’m driving a stolen car at one hundred over the posted limit, but Paloma just said she wanted me to claim her.
I know she has no idea what that means to me, but my bear heard what he heard.
And he is more than on board.
Fuck. I have to be careful. My bear is wild. Totally uncivilized. Savage.
If he gets control while I’m touching Paloma–if he tries to permanently mark and claim her as ours–she could be in real danger. Not that he would mean to hurt her, but she’s a fragile human. He’s a feral beast. If he tried to mark her, she could die.
I can’t let him free near her. Not ever.
Paloma moans at my words. I need to get control of this situation.
“Here’s what I want you to do, princess.” I use my boardroom voice–the one that makes my employees jump to please me.
“Lean that seat back.”
She obeys, fumbling with the buttons on the side of her seat until she finds the right one.
“Good girl.”
“Now, put your fingers between your legs and close your eyes. Get that pussy nice and wet for me while you think about what your Viking is going to do when he gets you to his keep. Understand?”
Her fingers slide into her satin pajama shorts, and she lays her head back on the reclined seat. “She’s going in protest,” she warns me as she closes her eyes.
“Then I’ll have to force her to obey. How does she like to be forced?”
“She likes to be carried off over his big brawny shoulder. Maybe she needs to be tied up–loosely, of course. And…” –her voice waivers a little– “maybe that other thing you mentioned.“
I hide a smile. “A good, hard spanking, over my knee?”
“Maybe not that hard,” she says in a small voice.
I chuckle. “She’s going to have the night of her dreams.”
Paloma follows my instructions, keeping her eyes closed and her fingers moving between her legs. But eventually, as I hoped, she slides into slumber.
Thank fuck. It’s at least another three hours to the safe house, and my dick was going to explode if we kept up the foreplay.
I speed through Connecticut, keeping an eye out for highway patrol. As I drive, the insanity of my actions sink in.
I let my bear instinct rule when I snatched Paloma from Thompson’s claws.
I’m not sorry–not even remotely. Just having her beside me in the car brings out a wild exhilaration. But I realize there will be drastic consequences. Thompson is a powerful man.
I just picked a war with an eccentric evil billionaire who clearly has no moral compass. Unlike Thompson, I’m not well-connected. I don’t have cronies in every high office whose pockets I’ve lined to be sure they’ll lie, steal, and cheat for me.
I’m a newcomer to Wall Street. I wasn’t born into wealth—I made it from nothing. And I only recently got my company to nine figures. I don’t even have the power of a pack behind me like Brick Blackthroat and the werewolves of Wall Street.