Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Unable to stop herself, Carina stepped toward the handsome stranger. His hand wrapped around her back, urging her closer. She didn’t understand what drew her to him. This attraction both thrilled and scared her—like he was a drug she craved.
Carina lifted a hand toward his face, rising on her tiptoes to trace the hard edge of his jawline. His hand wrapped around hers, pressing her skin to his, before he drew her closer. Carina didn’t passively let him hug her. She yielded to the overwhelming need building inside her and climbed him like a rabid monkey to bury her face in his neck. Rubbing her skin against his, she instinctively transferred her scent onto the massive man to claim him.
“Yours, Carina. I am yours.”
At his promise, the link between them solidified. Carina didn’t understand anything that was happening, but that confusion didn’t matter to her. Nothing was important except for him. She sighed with contentment and relaxed against him.
He boosted her higher with a powerful forearm under her bottom, holding her short mini dress over her thong. His crisp arm hair tickled the bare skin he concealed. Hearing the music and the crowd noise, Carina struggled to control her need to rub her pussy against the hard abs pressed to her core.
“What are you doing, Carina? Are you okay?” Karla asked in concern. Her voice grew more strident. “Wait! How do you know her name? Carina, get away from him. Something’s going on. Did you drug her?”
The man nodded at a female security guard nearby and glanced pointedly at Karla. The woman moved in to reassure Karla and escort her after Marcus as he carried Carina through the crowd.
“She’s fine. No drugs. Our head of security would protect her with his life. Follow them, and he can explain what’s happening,” the guard told Karla. When she glanced behind them, Carina saw Karla chasing them. Her friend wasn’t letting Marcus out of her sight.
“Wait. I need to talk to her.”
Marcus paused and allowed Karla to catch up with them.
“Follow me, please. There is a private place to talk,” Marcus explained.
Marcus immediately turned and walked away. Behind his back, Carina rounded her fingers to form an okay sign to reassure Karla one more time before abandoning herself once again to the irresistible draw of Marcus’s body to hers. The music grew quieter and then stopped as a door closed behind her. She looked around to find herself in a small room with comfortable furniture.
“Little one. How incredible to find you on opening night,” Marcus whispered to her. He sat down in a high-backed velvet chair, setting her on one of his hard thighs. He tugged down her short skirt to shield her from exposure. “I do not share what is mine.”
His words thrilled her to the core as he claimed her. Carina didn’t understand what him calling her mine meant, but she loved his possessiveness. Karla had a different reaction.
“What the fuck is going on? She’s not yours,” Karla said, her voice rising with stress. “Come on, Carina. We need to get out of here.”
“No,” Carina refused bluntly, trying to memorize the man’s appearance. Vivid green eyes stared so deep inside of her, Carina felt like he could read her mind. Without planning to communicate without words, she thought back, Who are you?
His answer formed in her brain. I am Marcus.
“Karla, I’m okay. This is Marcus. We’ve met before.” Carina invented a story on the fly. “I haven’t seen him in ages.”
Lying will get you spanked, Little girl.
Carina’s brain seemed to short-circuit at his statement. She could only stare at him. How could he know her secret punishment fantasies? Her panties, already damp with her desire, suddenly felt soaked against her skin. Could he feel it? She shifted on his lap, hoping not to leave a wet spot on his trousers.
Stay. We need to be close now.
Carina nodded, unable to deny him anything.
Karla cleared her throat, drawing Carina’s attention back to her. “I don’t believe you, Carina. Something weird is going on here.”
Karla had it right. An attraction beyond anything Carina had ever imagined drew her to the massive man. Marcus’s words lingered in her brain. His warning didn’t scare her. It had a very different effect on her. Carina squeezed her thighs together. Raw need coursed through her. Her skin heated as her pulse raced. His arm tightened around her waist, plastering her to him. His thick shaft pressed against her. That can’t be real.
His low chuckle vibrated in her mind.
You can read my mind?
To some extent, Little mate. Let’s reassure your friend and then we can… talk.
His pause made her imagine better things they could do alone. Carina’s imagination went wild as she stroked her hand over his muscular shoulder. His shirt needed to come off—soon. His deep moan echoed in her brain, signaling he thoroughly agreed with her train of thought.